Alright tumblr, you work on my phone now so I shall proceed to dump pictures into you.

oh hey tumblr.. i totally forgot about you. how’ve you been? i’ve been good. that’s nice. well, maybe i’ll remember you again soon.

it’s the trouble of scoring

just took a 4:20 bong hit with jungle julia. coincidently timed the movie to where julia took the bong hit in the opening credits of death proof.

explosive mind fuck

what the fuck. she shows up at my house. takes me out for tacos. hangs out with me all night. what do i get. i drive her fucking car to my house so she can go have food with the dude she was with before me. this being friends thing isn’t going to work. how am i supposed to do this when i am still in love with her.

twenty ten

so here we are in the final hours of 2010. what a year this has been.

started out in the clutches of the most draining relationship i hope to ever experience. 5 years of a living personal hell finally came to an end. I got to close that chapter of my life and make my not so triumphant return to the queen city. I went from having 1 friend to having everyone i’ve ever cared about back at my. 

Getting back to buffalo was the easy part, i just wish i would’ve been more prepared. To say i came back here and didn’t fall completely back in to old habits would be bold faced lie. It almost was like i never left, i just picked back up right where I left off. I spend too much time being concerned with my social life and not enough time worrying about important things. I haven’t been able to keep a job since i’ve been home. Two good friends have helped me get a job and i blew both chances at said jobs. 

Then we have the women of 2010 who for no reason whatsoever i will keep anonymous. Let’s run through this. There was the rebound, who i would like to call “dead fish.” See the thing with dead fish is, i was never really into her and actually found her incredibly annoying yet mildly attractive (for all the wrong reasons) but it was like shooting fish in a barrel. It was a quick reminder that i don’t need to fuck around with crazy bitches. That was followed by the one i will refer to as “goose.” Goose and i talked a bit when i was living in vegas. It was a fun little thing but she wanted more than i was willing to offer her. I had just gotten out of a relationship with someone who was crazy, i didn’t need someone still caught up on their ex from many years ago. The quick little run in with “denim dolly” was next, she just got left with hurt feelings. “The one who always gets away”, i don’t even know what to say about this one. Just that every time i get close, it gets fucked. Then she came along, the one who changed everything. The one who made me want to be a better me, the one who made me think everything was going to be ok. I still try to blame her because it just makes it easier on me, but let’s face it. It was all me. I think this one is actually the topic that makes me want to stop writing about the women of 2010. 

Aside from the dumb shit, i had a lot of fun this year and made a lot of great memories that i hope to never lose. This could go on for a little bit longer, but honestly i’m getting bored writing it. 

holiday blues

the fallout of the month of november is really hitting me hard right now. here it is, the night before xmas eve and i’m sitting in my living room with kevin playing video games and me with a lonely laptop in front of me. i’m good and stoned (that’s a plus!), but it still just doesn’t seem right. this is my first xmas living back in buffalo and i’ve ruined some of my best friendships over the dumbest shit. girls. stupid fucking girls. i should be spending this with the people i spent the last 5 years missing everyday. instead i sit here. typing this shit out. what am i? who am i? why do i do this shit? 

i don’t understand why i’m so fucking self destructive. it’s a continual theme in my life. i’m constantly in a state of chaos. i’m 27 years old, what the fuck do i do about this shit? 

another sleepless night. however i’m at least occupying it with nhl 10. just woke up to my roommate kevin and the bonmeister heading into his room to get naked. luckily for him i was able to supply him with proper protection. i was just informed of a story about me allegedly jerking off in some girls dorm room after a couple times of hanging out and a little bit of making out. i’m still not sure who this girl is, but i apparently hung out with her at denny’s a couple times and failed at having game. way to go myspace era brian barlow.

Ghosts of days gone by aren’t as haunting as they used to be.