One hour and twelve minutes left of the year
And I will spend it watching dexter
It's hard for me to listen to your favorite band...
I thought this too…. and then I found out I got custody of all the better bands anyway Modern Life is War Remembering Never Bane Have Heart Sucked in for breaking my heart.
Can people avoid texting me telling me its the new year? I know it is, and I’m ok with that
One hour left of work
Eight hours left of the year.. Wooo or something
This time of year reminds me
Of how stupid people are. ’ fresh start’… Just get better at living, immediately
I wish people would put things in my ask box
And when I say ask box I mean vagina
*~!F y0u Typ3 LYk3 Th!$~*
xthegiveristheshitx: I hope we can become friends, Very close friends. Just so I can turn my back on you when You need me most.
'Ten things about this year'
Everyone doing this stupid quiz forgets one of the questions 11. Biggest waste of your time this year? This quiz because we all know you’ll make the same mistakes next year
effingryan: On The Bird In The Cage (10/17/09) |...
Another day, another airport
Last day in Mackay with my family
As much as I love them, I am excited to go home to my own apartment, with my own bed, and Bowser.
Played Spicks and Specks for two hours
with my father, brother and brother-in-law. Four Southern Comforts and Nine Beers later. My Father and I emerge victorious
The world isn't against you, my dear, it just...
Sometimes people quote bands, or reference bands
who I have either worked for on a tour, or are actually great friends; and it makes me feel fantastic inside.
Nothing is all bad… Nothing is quite right.– Modern Life is War
I’ll do anything. I’ll assassinate all the stars of all of your bad dreams. ...– Modern Life Is War (via kissthatmotherfuckergoodnight)
Don't ever lose hope in porn loading and forget...
icedjem: With your speakers still on. Don’t ever do this while at your parent’s house either
Driving to Airlie
with My brother, brother-in-law and mother today. Going to eat the shit out of Cactus Jacks
I had a shooting pain going from the top of my arm, down my arm and into my elbow, and then also down and into my chest. Convinced it was a heart attack I woke up my dad, and then proceeded to throw up. He was stoked that I woke him up for that.
But two weeks home cripple me because the trees don’t pass and the lines don’t move as the white walls collapse on my ramblin’ boy blues that’s howlin’ howlin’ for that open road because no arms can hold no home can warm like the gaze of the rays of a distant lost-highway sun #HaveHeart
Let's play the ask game →
My mother is talking about me in the next room..
.. loud enough for me to hear. Awkward.
I voted in Triple J's Hottest 100
and I feel really good about it. It bothers me when peopel don’t vote, how un-australian *shudder*
I will never vote for Operator Please in the...