A pretty cool guy said he can’t follow me,

because of my NSFW tendency’s, but he dig’s my shit, which is cool. Everything’s cool. Yeah, tumblr at work can be a tough situation, I know, I’m pretty sure almost everyone at my job, including the store team leader knows about my blog, especially since a few people call me “blogger”, which can be awkward. I guess I shouldn’t have passed out those business cards…

Though my formspring friend doesn’t follow me you should follow him, for serious!

Thanks, Phil, hope your back’s better. I actually have the same problem, though if I told you how I hurt mine (wrestling Tim from Underoath), you probably wouldn’t believe me, though it’s the god’s truth.

why don’t you follow me?

Christmas dinner, a recollection:

Chronological events retold in bullet point fashion-

• Grandmother, already seated at the table calls out to me, “Michael, come to the table, and brush your hair, son,”

I pause, and look at my reflection in a photo of my aunt taken in 1955.

• I’m skeptical of my family’s cooking, botulism, salmonella, mock-homestyle cooking. I eat only potatoes and a crescent roll.
• on the verge of tears, staring at a slice of turkey that I swear, looks pink.
• I Hate Myself lyrics rush back into my head, scream-o never sounded better.
  
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• Still verging on tears, I’m asked if I want  pie. There’s a loud tearing sound that no one else hears, and I’m left wondering if I like pie, do I like sweet things. I reach for the salt, that I pour on the roll.
• Walk to the bedroom, look for something in my bag, lay down shoes and all under the covers, wake up once it’s dark. The house is empty, and quiet, everything is put away with no sign of a christmas dinner.
• smoke cigarettes, re-reading American Psycho for the 15th time(no exaggeration),diet cokes, diet cokes, find a 12 pack of miller lite in the fridge, it’s the closest thing to a gift that I really wanted, though I deduce that it’s purely happenstance.

I’ve Never Told Anyone This Before,

I guess I’m not Just anyone.