I need to accept that there's only one. The sooner I accept that fact, the
I'm craving strawberry syrup for some reason.
I'll tough-out this nice guy stuff for a while longer, I suppose.
Okay, I've been a good boy for a while. I guess it's time to be bad.
Dammit, I really don't want to be alone tonight. Oh well.
Damn weirdoes. I'm not in the mood for them tonight.
Now I'm freaking out and I won't know why until at least tomorrow. This
I lost my rock sometime last week. I was really afraid that it was gone for
good, but I found it this morning! I know it's just a rock, but it's
my rock. Yay!
Also, I wish I could sing. There are some girls I'd like to melt.
Walking the dark streets at night is kinda nice, but I think I'd rather be sitting on my swing. I really need to get it fixed.
It's always a race. Will beer weaken my resolve before it puts me into a mood wherein I don't need resolve?
Because, dammit, sometimes silence is just another lie.
Right now, I'm guessing, and I'm second-guessing. I don't know what's the right thing to do.
It's 6:05 AM, and I'm sitting in my garage, drinking a beer and glaring at my phone.
I was just realizing that there's a difference between knowing what kind of person I am and knowing me. You have to know both. Whoa.
Sitting in my garage, a nice beer at my side, my ears lulled by the sound of gentle rain. Sometimes it's not so bad, being me.
The reason I still deserve this beer is because thoughts don't count.
The McDonald's near my house is now open 24 hours! I was sooooo craving a sausage biscuit, and now I get to have one! Yay!
When they say the buffalo tenders at Tumbleweed are hot, they're not fucking around.
In case anyone was worried about me. Friday night I manhandled an
84-year-old one-legged man into his van after some dickhead abused the
handicapped parking spot at the American Legion hall. I was going to say
"some dipshit" but I didn't see him there so it must have just been a