how did it get so.....big?

its crazy how things come up....then it happens....texts. its like when grandma tells you "when your ears ringing someone is talking about you".......i feel for Lindsey Lohan...maybe shes not always drunk or meth'd out....she just cant hear you,

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

in just a few short years life has just gotten to the point that churches will be sponsored by tmz ......in between hearing about Moses & Job 38:11 - "When I made a cloud its garment And thick darkness its swaddling band, " yeah but were those clouds made by Versace... didnt i see kanye wear those clouds to the vma's. don't get me wrong i don't go to church, id rather see aliens than a god, and id defiantly rather drink whiskey instead of the holy mans' blood...just my preference.

now just think for a minute......do you hear the ringing yet?

my mind letter to that not so special women

Dear you,
If you’re reading this, then it means I actually worked up the courage to send it. So, good for me. You don’t know me very well, but if you get me started I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. There is no easy way to say this so, I’ll just say it. I met someone... It was an accident. I wasn’t looking for it. It wasn’t in the make. It was the perfect storm. She said one thing and I said another. Next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now, there’s this feeling in my gut... She might be the one... She’s completely nuts in a way that makes me smile, highly neurotic. A great deal of maintenance required...... She, this woman i am writing to you about, is you. That’s the good news. The bad is that I don’t know how to be with you right now, and it scares the shit out of me. Because if I am not with you right now, I have this feeling that we’ll get lost out there... It’s a big bad world full of twists and turns, and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment; the moment that could have changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on with us, and I can’t tell you why you should trust a leap of faith on the likes of me, but damn you smell good. Like home... like Christmas. That’s gotta count for something, right?

Unfaithfully yours,
Mr. Me

assh**e

All my life, people have been telling me that i do things wrong. i'm always the fucking asshole and i look around, and i see everybody else is infinitely more fucked up than i am

little white things

You can't snort a line of coke off a woman’s ass and not wonder about her hopes and dreams, it's not gentlemanly.

BT "F'IN, LOL, LOMFAO" W...TEXTERS

Jesus....people don't write anymore: they blog. Instead of talking, they text, no punctuation, no grammar: LOL this and LMFAO that.... You know, it just seems to me it's just a bunch of stupid people half ass-communicating with a bunch of other stupid people in a proto-language (productive, understandable language) that resembles more what Paleolithic man used to speak rather than what comes out of my mouth which is english......

awkward realization to your T

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