me and december 16

ask me questions and give me something more to think about than how many people would show up to my funeral and if it were held during winter in houston would it be cold or warm outside–it is a toss up and i’m sure i would want it to be cold.

i have a couple of big changes to the blog coming up in the next few days.

shit is about to get SUPER personal.

hope everyone else is having a decent evening.

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~ by alltheavenueslookugly on 2011/12/16.

4 Responses to “me and december 16”

  1. Would you rather eat a handful of someone else’s toenails or eat a pound of your own belly button lint? Why?

  2. You remember that one time when you looked up at a distant star and thought, “oh–that’s where I came from. I wonder when they’ll come back to pick me up?”?

    Remember that one time when you walked 3 miles in a blizzard to buy comic books at the local grocery store?

    Remember that time when you were about maybe 10 and you and your friends camped out in your back yard in a big tent, and your memory suddenly goes black, and you think you were all engaged in mutual masturbation?

    Remember that time you were supposed to go to that Halloween party dressed as Harpo Marx, but you felt like fate was bearing down on you with talons sharp as razors so you got drunk and blacked out and woke up the next day on the floor with your room absolutely trashed, feeling twitchy and paranoid? Remember that poem you wrote that day? That was a really good poem.

    Oh, wait. That wasn’t you. That was me. I get us mixed up all the time.

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