December 2011
26 posts
Authenticity seems to be either unreachable or unavoidable. I’m not sure which.
Anonymous asked: Who described you as a sociopath?
There are multiple videos of me, rapping crass lyrics on a stage while friends play Led Zeppelin songs on guitar + drums. It all seems very out-of-character for me.
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Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. Just ate a taco. Thinking about asking the girls for a glass of water while the bros shotgun Busch Light.
Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. Sitting in a dorm while four girls argue over what type of pizza they want. The TV is on ESPN and one bro is moving his car, out of fear of getting towed. Wondering if I’ll ever get home.
Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. Surrounded by dirty, drunk people who seem to be having genuine fun, regardless of any amount of banality that I manage to passive-aggressively blog about. Wondering if my ex-girlfriend was right when she tried to diagnose me as a sociopath. My means of dismissing that accusation, still: at least I haven’t started killing people.
Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. Watching some other bro grip an anonymous girl in a literal choke-hold while dancing with her.
Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. Feeling like a stoic in comparison to everyone else in the Top 40 club.
Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. Watching the bros pass cheap booze around the car, while in the parking lot of a Top 40 club. Waiting to exit the car and smoke my cigarette.
Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. Walking around a casino, saw a man, who appeared to have been savagely beaten, playing blackjack. I think one of the bros won $30. I lost $7.
Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. We stopped at a seemingly hotel-themed McDonald’s. Lost track of what they’re talking about. Heard them reference “retards” somehow.
Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. The pseudo Britney Spears music is over and now they’re blaring a country song that includes the lyrics “… skin a buck.” Mind you, the car we’re in looks like it should be Tokyo-drifting through an urban setting while oldschool Towa Tei music plays.
Live blogging my night with three bros I barely know. Helped one of them analyze texts from a girl. He then moved to a song that I thought was B Spears but it wasn’t.
Live blogging my night with two bros I barely know. This just turned into a night with three bros I barely know. Third bro just tried talking to me about cars. I replied with “Yeah. Uh.”
Live blogging my night with two bros I barely know. This car smells like I’m not allowed to smoke in it. Feeling dread. They’re still talking about cars.
Live blogging my night with two bros I barely know. One of their phones has a comically sincere sounding country song ringtone. They’ve been talking about cars for a long time.
spacepopstar asked: IM REALLY UNHAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
had a dream that a girl showed me her tattoo. it was a crest that said “use condoms.” i asked her what it meant and she said “cancer.”
currently laying in bed, thinking my life is cosmic retribution for itself.
realized that by feeling too hungry to get up and make food that i will probably end up feeling sad and writing a depressing, existential-ass poem in a few hours. i spent a few minutes after said realization, wondering if every non-good feeling that i experience is a result of letting myself get too hungry to get up and make food.
stayed up until 3:00 am, watching anime while completely sober. woke up and my dad said i look “toasted.”