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I watch my neighbor’s son play with his shotgun in the street
I think I’ll blaze all day and marvel at the mass of food I eat
It’s strange; I’m skinny when I’m standing, but I’m Buddha when I sit
And if I’m truly so enlightened why’d I waste your time on it?
As I look back at countless crossroads and the middle where I stay
Right up the beaten path to boredom where the fakest fucks get laid...
Odd mellow neutral weird mood today. I guess that’s what happens when you stay out until 430am on a Sunday and then wake up at 1230pm and have to work at 2. Either way, meh.
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Gonna spam your dash with a couple of my favorite pics from my vacation to the Bahamas. Brace yourself.
Buenos noches Miamí.
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4 fucking hour layover in poo-ston. I mean Houston.
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Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy working night shifts. I can sleep in, I can stay up late, I don’t have managers breathing down my neck all day. I can slack off an get away with it, etc. However, on slow nights like tonight when there’s no events going on, it gets boring and lonely as fuck once everyone leaves and I’m here to hold down the fort. Whatevs, though. Easy money,...
It’s been a week since, and I couldn’t be more depressed about it. It’s hard to get over something that’s been repressed for so long. Good job, Kyle.
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“You’re waiting for someone To put you together You’re waiting for someone to push you away There’s always another wound to discover There’s always something more you wish he’d say”
This time next week I’ll be in Miami….bitch.
Confused as fuck right now with shit. Going to try to take a mental break and watch Solaris and drink some wine. Super sweet Friday. *le sigh*
“Kyle is not the gentlemen he portrays.” don’t know whether to feel flattered or bad about myself lol
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