you really don't want to fuck with me right now.
Tuesday, Feb. 15, 2005
"i'll fake it through the day with some help from johnny walker red."i was all fine well and good until i crawled back into my own unowned color of easter of pastel of god why am i here.
until i crawled back into things like "i miss you lindsay, when are you coming home?"
until i crawled back into not knowing where home is, anymore.
until i decide that i'm not going to crawl anymore.
until i take another shot of whisky and do what my mom taught me ... stand up. life's too fuckin short.
and my boot looks really fuckin good on your face.