Today nothing horrible or even slightly physical happened. One little dood shit himself, but teamwork worked and we cleaned it up. Mine was less sensitive than he was Monday. He needed way less pressure breaks. Im so fucking tired. I feel like I’ve been doing this for 30 years and it’s only been 6. I think a hundred times over of things to write, of small snips to tell, things that are fresh in my head. She’s so tired of this kid she wants a break and I tell her i know how it feels to be on the same one for months, for years. You learn their minds and their hearts and their physical and their pleasure and their bullshit and finally you realize you don’t matter. They don’t give a shit about you, how much they infuriate you, scare you, hurt you, injure you, they just want to be and express how they express with no limit on time, or breach on comfort or anything that relates to anything that you think they should understand. That’s not true, sometimes they love you, and you tell them you love them too. Onetime they touch their little nose to your forehead because they love the sensory of squish, and you know, because you know that this kid is as heart to heart with you as you are with him.
1. The band Chicago
2. James Taylor
3. Bon Jovi
4. Pat Benatar
Any and all of these band, musicians, singers what have you, is my cue to get the fuck out of where i am. Immediately for threat of puking.
this song came on the jukebox friday night after some excellent weed, two shots of jamo and two cans of pbr and i swear i just melted
I used to think i was materialistic but then i realized that fashion is the most successful way that i express myself. When I obsess over the plausible monochromatic fits in my closet, the double patterns that would just kill it, the brooch cluster i might put together, and play the prime color brain game every Friday night I just know, that this is apart of who i am and i don’t really know myself without it.
What’s the point of adding thousands of jobs if those jobs ruin our water and destroy the landscape? After all, what is democracy without a country?
So my bro is getting married in June and last night his fiance, him and I attended the grand opening of BHLDN on 8 East Walton Street in downtown chicago. It was fuggin fabulous to say the least. Nevertheless if you’re trying to get hitched soon, I strongly recommend it. They’re website is the bomb too.