so i was flippin' through channels... |
after that awesome cavs game. and i happen upon this abomination called spike tv. they had some weird ass manly man show on. and it must have been something along the lines of "what i wish my hemi eng...
Posted by on Fri, 29 May 2009 09:58:00 GMT |
fellow new yorkers |
i'll be arriving early may. who wants to party?
Posted by on Fri, 03 Apr 2009 07:39:00 GMT |
dude... |
more people need to dance like it's the last dance they'll have.-this message brought to you by the letter d.
Posted by on Sat, 21 Mar 2009 01:43:00 GMT |
leaving for phoenix |
jan. 11th, so if anyone of you gunchester folk wanna hang out-585-613-5977.
Posted by on Fri, 26 Dec 2008 14:26:00 GMT |
hmm? |
the immortal question that plagues my soul... to be as drunk as possible or to just drink sometimes or to be sober? to hope or to say fuck hope? or just to stop thinking so damn much and just smile li...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Oct 2008 19:35:00 GMT |
poem on the whim |
crack anothercure a hangovertaste the taste of yesterdaytodayany kind of kiss i wish forsomethinganythingany kind of thingmake believe i've tastedi've touched something reali wishwishingwasn't for foo...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 05:40:00 GMT |
for ladies of interest |
BASICS:Name:Chewy or Shawn either worksAge:almost 25Location:city of gunchesterHeight:5'9 i thinkHair messes as possibleEyes:they work, oh you mean color, hazel i thinkPiercings/tattoos:tattoosOTHER:1...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jun 2008 17:32:00 GMT |
for those interested... |
i’m in the city of rochester ny. working for corporate america. dreading each day but squeekin by. new car, bad ideas.
Posted by on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 15:28:00 GMT |
trapped |
"don't undress my loveyou might find a mannequin;don't undress the mannequinyou might findmy love.she's long agoforgotten me.she's trying on a newhatand looks more thecoquettethan ever.she is achildan...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 13:03:00 GMT |
i wish i wrote this, but i’m glad it is true. |
"To Be The One" Well the pills I got they ask me lets go out for a while And the knives up in the kitchen are all too dull to smile Yeah and the sun it tries to warn me Boy those wings are made of ...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 02:50:00 GMT |
