I put some whiskey into my whiskey, I put some heartbreak into my heart, I put my boots on that old dance floor

I feel so icky lately. these feelings must be driven on by my extremely loathsome actions and the 18th century seduction novels we're reading in class.  i just want something whole and complete and clean and good.

i just want a clean slate, a chance to start over.

turn out the light, the party's over.

to willie: phosphorescent.

sleeping should be done between the hours of 11pm-8am, not 6am-9am or 3pm-8pm. 

they say that all good things must end: gotta get focused.

why the hell is this underlined?

getting sick, runny snotty nose.

I need to see Tracy Lawrence live in concert.

Some of my favorite hours of the year so far were spent in a Las Vegas hotel room and casino. 

Today I received this message from a high school teacher in Los Angeles: "Huge Publix sign in the stadium. makes me think of you. hope ur having a good day"

pink roses, owls, frasier, 8 hours of work, and some strawberries on super bowl sunday,

yes.

sweet illusions

las vegas, nevada is the pit of artificial materialist sin.  

where are you gainesville, florida, purple walls and all?

haunted house high school

I could be the laziest person in the world, dear summer: please come back.

i gotta get to work.

I can procrastinate no longer.

Graduation is in three months.

chicken fried

you know i like my chicken fried.

cold beer on a friday night.

a pair of jeans that fit just right.

and the radio uuuuu-uuuup.

once you start looking, it seems like everyone has dry skin.

grocery store shopping

inside they thought it was funny,

their everyday.

snow on the ground

this is what warmth is, unspoken.