I work in a thrift store. I drink, smoke and smoke to boot. I fucking hate most bars. I can tolerate a select few. (The Bird's ok.) I typically get along best with people who aren't stupid, but are still irresponsible and self destructive. But most importantly: Not stupid.
I just moved to Mt.Pleasant. It wasn't worth the climb, but I'm at the summit now, and base camp sucked anyway, so fuck it.
It's 8:15 Sunday morning. I've been up for two hours. Was out late at a spectacularly entertaining noise show last night, but can't stand sleeping. The sun's up, so am I.
I say I hate cats, but it isn't true. Cats are fine. I still fucking hate 'em, though.
I'm a christian, but it's not what it sounds like. I mean: I'm not a backward, racist homophobe, and I was totally NOT disappointed when Mitt Romney suspended his presidential candidacy. I party hard, and I party with the lord, but if you never ask me about it, you'll rarely hear about it. Evangelism is like cancer.