You know those people-the ones you make a concious effort not to hate because you know you have to see/work with them either way.
This is going to be one of those shifts that inch by in hlaf hour and 15minute incriments.
doing M with Taylor again tomorrow, Loving my little drug stash.
with legs to weak to make a stand
we’re all crucified in the end
Can you hear a voice,
Decipher it through all this noise
You’ll be left with nothing again
Jump into the sun,
Dear boy what are you running from?
The answers you won’t find in your grave."
Ma’Hara is all nice and clean- Facebones is as clean as he ever gets. We put a new stem in mom’s bong and are picking up materials for it Friday. It’s weird seeing them all look so naked. Maybe I’ll clean Loviathan after work and post a photoset of them all cleaned up and pretty in their new wrappings. (no more silver on Ma’Hara, and the 4/20 pocket watch is back! hopefully the Amethysts stay affixed this time too)
You know, sometimes it’s nice to know that no matter how big and scary looking Taylor gets, I still wear the pants, even by his own admission.
but I’m going to
Because I have to
… I’m not even half done
and it’s due Monday