In less than 24 hours I will be going where no country boy from Syracuse has gone before.  I will be starting my week of vacation, down at the Jersey shore.  Fist pumping will be seen, “Call me maybe” will be sang, drinking will be had, and your face will be missed.  I may or may not come back with a tattoo. And I definitely will not come back with 100% of the memories that took place.  I’ll probably also be too intoxicated to formulate thoughts which I can post to tumblr.  Instagram will be method of communication, recollection, and proof of regret. 

I said GOOD Day sir! 

This

For Liz

  I have struggled with my appearances ever since I can remember.  I know that just about every single person wishes they could change things, but I really don’t know what it’s like to even be remotely unaware of my flaws when I am in public.  I see everything, want to change everything, and it eats away at me.  It is the reason I’ve learned to become sarcastic and witty, to hopefully keep people around me entertained.  I sometimes binge eat and then go make myself throw up in the bathroom.  I know I need to stop this, as it is unhealthy for both physical and mental reasons.  I know I am lucky to have my health and that should be enough.  But I can’t quite seem to get there, no many how many changes I make. 

I need to do some serious soul searching.   

Without even realizing it, my best friend pretty much just insulted me more than I’ve ever been insulted, and has sent my slowly diminishing insecurities back into a downward spiral. 

Goodnight. 

Giant beers.
Bromance.
Phillies game later.
Best Saturday in a long time.

Kill me. Kill me NOW.

• The lady I bought pot off of the other day just ran into me at the bar (shocking) and gave me $30 back because she felt I paid too much. 
• My friends left 6 hours ago for what is typically a 4 hour drive.  They still aren’t here. 
• I am slowly approaching “let’s get wasted” levels. 
• I want a cigarette
• I guess I’ll go have a cigarette
• Today was payday, but after paying bills it doesn’t feel like it
• How come after some bullet points I put a period, others..not so much?
• WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY FRIENDS?!
• Hey you… miss your face.  Get here “CHOP CHOP”. 

I’m on a train.

Like a boss.

Stress Level: Low

Happiness: High

Hunger: Satisfied

Energy: Full

Work: still sucks

All in all, Happy Thursday my homies.