My butt is bigger than your butt

"there's only one difference between me and you ... you got money in your pocket, and i got a hole in my shoe."

Wanna know why Blogger ain't got no Helvetica? Because all the hipsters have livejournals anyway

Maybe he liked the thought of me.

But when it came to real me I opened my big ol mouth and everything went to shit.

Or something.

Next it gets sort of fuzzy and out of focus.

And after I put on Husker Du and jumped on my bed.

Why?

Because I had to shake the thoughts out of my brain.

Didn't work.

They're still there.

Fuck it. Nevermind.

Pabst Blue Ribbon and Modest Mouse have a perfect marriage. One of these days, I won't have to get fucked up so much; the thoughts will be managed without using until I'm dizzy. I know it can happen. This weekend Portia and I stayed sober and read recovery books at night. But right now, I need the creeping to stop.