i’ve decided that when i die i don’t want a sad, depressing funeral. i want some of my favorite bands to be there and play and i want a huge fucking mosh pit and i want my coffin decorated with punk rock shit and jesus guys this is gonna be great you’re all invited to my punk rock funeral ok

just some facts

• tongues are weird
• my nine-year-old nephew refers to his member as The Grond
• I left out a HUGE thing about relationships yesterday, and was reminded when my wife wanted to talk to me this morning:  communication is important
• sometimes I think that some people won’t follow you if you’re not on Twitter, too, and that makes me sad
• if I’m left alone for twenty minutes, I will do what most guys do and play (video games) with myself
• I want to travel somewhere
• I can’t wait to go back to the Mermaid
• Maine is called Vacationland and if any of you yahoos are ever in Maine on vacation, you better let me know
• I went to bed super early last night and got a ton of sleep and woke up super early worrying about all the crap I have to do today but now here I am, raring to go
• I may have had too much coffee but I won’t know unless I stop myself now or have MORE
• The Grond, just because

conversation with myself

  • Me: Bowels can you behave for the remainder of the day?
  • Bowels: *crickets*
  • Me: if you wanna be my lover you gotta pick me up three pizzas, a cake, massage my feet, then leave.
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