Voodoo's Waste of Space

[11:22:10 PM] Paige: I have a strand of pork stuck in my permanent retainer and it’s pissing me off

[11:17:13 PM] Paige: “I have a moist ache”

Guess who just remembered he has a tumblr account!

Guess who is going to never use his tumblr account for anything and is going to forget it exists again!


I have lost all will to be creative or artistic. :|

Mother got drunk again, got into a fight and just now stormed out the door without her keys, phone, or purse.

Logical thinking says I should be worried and that I should go after her, but for some reason, I kind of just don’t care.

I guess it finally reached that point where I can’t deal with it anymore.

Maybe it’s some kind of self preservation instinct; not allowing me to care so I don’t end up getting pulled down with her to rock bottom. 

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One of these days I’m going to kill this asshole.

And I won’t regret it at all. 

What kind of man wakes up to the sound of his drunk girlfriend falling out of bed and crashing into the bed side table, and then just leaves her there; not even bothering to check to see if she’s conscious?