reverting back to some old school. in more ways than one. details at 11.

hurt to anger, anger to hate, hate to contempt, contempt to compassion with caution.

singing along to my favorite records while i drive takes the edge off dealing with all these jackholes.

christmas can eat my fuck.

"there's so much space, i can cut me a piece with some fine line. it brought peace to my mind in the summertime and it rolls."

"summertime rolls" jane's addiction-