oh tacoma

last night sucked. cigarettes and sidekicks won last night ha. shit shows and circle jerks isnt the best way to get going but it leaves all the room in the world for things to get better.
-yours,
a flash in the pan

i want to be home.

i am a number with a dollar value attached to it 43.4 hours of the week. fuck i hate this shit.

holy shit i guess im home?

tewnty nine sixty five with you and somewhere on i five. i want to be home. i want to have a home. a few more months and i will have a real home again.. two homes. we will go out again and we will begin the rest of our lives. i guess at this point im taking baby steps to where i want to be. i just fucking hate when the steps arent big enough.. when i feel too far away i hear someone say my name. i feel someone following me. fuck fuck. how can i rely on stabuility. right now at this second i have one thing but shes seven hours away and working. god damn it. i will be fine i just need to stick it out.. thats what she said.