when people ask me how many more tattoos im gonna get i tell them a million. a million more tattoos.
here are all the states I’ve been to/spent time in.
this year i havent left the state at all and its becoming something that bothers me more and more.
I wanna do this thing but I’m colorblind and all of the colors look the same to me. FOREVER BUMMED.
I might be crazy but uh, I’m pretty stoked for winter. After 3 years back in Hawaii some frozen rain, seeing peoples breath, binge drinking and wearing scarves sounds pretty fucking rad to me.
Took the bus home today and listened to songs about moving and got really emotional. It reminded me of when I was a kid and took that same bus and got really emotional because my grandpa died. Life is weird, dudes.
I am very excited to move but until we are underway I feel these little pangs of sadness. I think once we hit the road the excitement will overpower and I will be ok.
we all know about the need to wander around the country, to quit.
I put some coffee on, sat on the couch,
watched the late autumn leaves and I tried not to think about it.
I’m relenting to the corporate drone
Pushing my nose to the motherfucking grindstone
Splinters upon splinters
Wedging in deep
I try to pull them out with my worn down teeth
My periphery is narrowed like a god damned mule
Workhorse of the wicked, of the trite and cruel
I’m relenting to the drone
The endless drone
…13 days before I get there. Bummaz.
This is the kind of mood I’ve been in since like… 2003?