Boodah

mainstream peanut butter

owe homie 58$. Not going to able to pay til I start working. Incredibly peevish on my mind.

Lots of people think the Holidays are unpleasant

messiah

Lots of beanie wearing youts these days.

I used to wipe my ass with my stong hand, then I realized that it was a really stupid thing to do, so I started switching hands this year.

My mustache is turning red. I shave the rest of my face and my head.

Bic lighter

Like those two. I'd get one in black.

MVP

My birthday present to myself today was to scare the everliving shit out of myself, and make two appointments for backpiece and hand tattoo.

I once made a joke about a casual Hasidic Jewish Friday. Some did not take well to the notion.

My 7th grade social studies teach drilled two things into me. What the hell is war, what is sleep. then I went and smoked a bunch of cigarettes around stupid angry festies in Mendo. Middle path to sanity, or whatever Eric Foreman kept fucking around with.

Train brain.

Hearst is spoken for since the early 19th century. Just released as news scandals in the middle 20th. It's just cowardice and racial vs. ignorance of language usage and racism as similarities so fine lined that no one cares to read last, trust and speak and hold old friends through 8 or 4 years.

Ws with the Fort Point sixers.

Balls

Modelo and a Steelie on the way to the lay up, but a truck tempted me too much. threw up the crew name.

I thought I was excaping student loans by diving into work after dropping out of school senior year. Biggest fuck up that I've learned is blaming an entire resume of shitty work-stays on my money problems. I have hopes for Trump's presidency, and the last eight years have been absolute hell. I made it through, beaten down by living at moms, drinking my way through nights of bleeding out money. A lot of it was my lack of wanting to work in a political state of CA's very personal problematic Bay Area bullshit, which was highly influenced by my East Coast family's ties in Obama's reign of terror. I know it's not commonly held in high regard here, but I started work when it was still the Bush era. Working in high end restaurants kind of forces you into trickle down economics, and I had the highest positions that I could, being front of house, which was usually right in the dead middle pack of a lot of heavy hitters.

I stay on the move with IP addresses. Blessing and a curse. Just one of those things I picked up being very aware of the fact that, one, everyone on the internet is a little paranoid when it comes to graff. Makes it a whole lot easier on my psychologist, means he doesn't have to care as much. The other half of it is that I reveal way to much of myself. That's about the half of it.

Brink, I'm just getting into lo-fi. Bits and pieces, here and there. I'll post if I can.

In the rain, snow, sleet. ORFN rules, wherever he is

Moog, I have some time on my hands. Shoot.