Boodah

Thinking isn't always in the brainstem. Sometimes it's in your left arm, and you have to think with a 9 year old scar.

Two votes yes

Shitting my heart into the porcelain throne.

Glossing! https://dopethrone.bandcamp.com/album/dopethrone-fister-split

salad days

I have an Emote name written for a battle. Anyone interested? I'd rather be doing drugs, but I'm bored.

seriously, F?

being 27, while honorably enough, not that old, I feel old person problems are creeping up

Dead ass, most of my friends with basically anything.

Whoa. Seems radically unfit for what seems to be right under the equator. All the white Africans are rolling in their pussy.

Thstuff and things. Thilly lithzards. Thstupid thspiders.

2.5 hrs. til coffee date with a fiancee. She be wining and dining the kid.

Most of it is good. Stay gold is shit.

Chink gangster gear

I bic mine. Also, my moustachioed friend, my beard hair is always brown/red. Hair on my head is brown.

Listening to soundcloud and eating peppermint bark

I've been obsessing mentally about sex for about 10 years. Random one night stands, missed opportunites, falling short with the women I was with, older of younger. Some underage. It hit hard when I was at my peak, and didn't get it in with 50 women when I was 19. I guess drugs got in the way. My first asked me not to use marijuana when we were dating, andI didn't even have a second thought. We were 17 and 16. Then I dealt with doubting my sexuality because of some mental and emotional problems. I experimented once, and knew that I was straight after that. Then I started hanging out with this bisexual friend of my older sister's, who was, not to my conciousness, deep in the game of turning girls and boys. I grew up in a Christian household, communed Catholic. Started using cocaine, and really and truly thought it would and had deeper faith in it, by the way, travel me along with the straighter and narrower path. After all that, I used coke twice this year, and now I'm 27, and I'm looking back to look forward. It's the first time I've been absolutely clear and safe in my own heart, head, spirit, that I'm straight. I find myself going back to when I was a sober 11-14 year old, taking so much of my friends' and culture's beginning's high held standards, how low I was seen by those who left safely away from the dive bar years. I'm worried about the next move with my relationships. Do I open up about my doubts? Do I tell her ever last detail? My safety 1st mentality says take it slow. I know a lot about taking it with a woman who has had years of similar emotional issues. My drug habits are way lowered this year, and I think hard as ever about others' diversity in background about these types of things.

I didn't know that about the wicker chairs and boxes. Still have two Angry Orchards stashed away. Ticking the clock til New Year's, or until I meet death, I can have coffee. Stumptown is awesome. Why don't we have a coffee thread? It would probably get real hipster real fast

stolen

Shoulda used Rusto

I guess. the microbrews are all swinging from the heels these days. Trust. I've worked in the industry for the duration of the last ten years. I saw the heights and the demonstrably horrible rise in "what else can we do" to make things "heavy." Married to beer and food industries for this long, the next thing to come along will be better in that the Midwest will be hiding its secrets still. I'm as upset as a west coaster can be. IPAs are still dominant here, but I've been drinking swill like Lagunitas and PBR. Hops are supposed to just be stayers of freshness. All the sudden, they got to be glorified. I had 5 Angry orchards before dinner. Now, I'm drinking alovera and apple juice.

Pray for rain, lose your name, and watch all your dreams fall through

Avante garde alchemy in beer. Stop drinking microbrews.

Getting ready for Xmas happiness

Lurking KOH. He listened to Sex and Candy on Spotify 8 hours ago, and now I feel like a creep.