Random Bitchings...

I’m on break at work. I can’t decide whether or not I want to bring a can of wine in for my next 5.5 hours.

drewvandal:

So excited for my Thanksgiving break.

2 panic attacks in 2 days. Both happened at around 10:15 am in 2 different classes for not much reason at all. And both were strong enough to leave my chest hurting for a while afterwards. I refuse to take my medication because I’m afraid of people seeing me take it. I’m not too worried though. I’m guessing it’s a result of drinking too much this weekend and trying not to drink at all this week. Been getting some good walks in though. I’m taking a 6 mile trek through Theresa now and going to run on the treadmill tonight. Yesterday Adam and I went on a crazy adventure and broke into an abandon barn and climbed the glorious mountain we found inside. Sitting on top of the mound, we realized how great everything actually is. That’s the only medication I need. Now I sound like a boring inspirational writer. But you’re reading it. Go listen to Pulled Apart By Horses.

Cheater, cheater, cock eater.

marcopolio:

New type song, live from 56 Elm street last month.
Recording by  Alex. 

Fuck Yeah Girl Crush: To Write Scam On Her Arms.

askepticandafeminist:

invisibilities:

sugaredvenom:

So who exactly is surprised that it turns out that To Write Love On Her Arms (TWLOHA) are disgusting sexist, homophobic douches who only really exist to scam emo kids into going to church?

I’ve been suspect of these assholes for ages, so I did some…

You know I’ve gone on rants before about TWLOHA, they’ve always seemed kind of cult-like to me, but I felt bad last time I ranted about them because I was told by a couple different individuals that I really respect that I was misinformed and that they weren’t just trying to exploit suicide and depression in order to bring people to Jesus.  I am glad that someone has done the research and posted about it (even though it’s sad that they’ve been scamming people for so long - I would’ve been happy to have my suspicions proved wrong).

So I heard last night about the last Watertown show we played about a convo between a bunch of 13 year olds calling gay because they could see my dick through my cotton shorts and thought I had a boner because I was surrounded by sweaty dudes. Just to clear this up… I didn’t have a boner, my dicks just bigger than most 13 year old boys boners. And on that note, I’m surprised I didn’t have a boner because sweaty dudes turn me on. A lot.

I love October. I know this picture isn’t tasteful at all, I was just walking and saw how awesome the leaves were. I took a picture with my phone.

Whiskey and cornbread.