Panic

Today i was driving down the street from work and I for some reason or another, decided that I was having like a weird acid flash back or something. After a few miles, i was fine, but still real fucking weird. I then went to Timmy's house where, within a 10 minute period tripped in some mud, cooked and ate his roomates frozen pizza, and broke some old Japanese vase of Cat's. Damn, Im good. I could fuck up a car accident.

A few goals for the year...

not stress about money,
work off all these chicken wings.
listen to more 2 live crew.

Get Fucked,
Sir Logan

Playlist for the day// My Bloody Valentine//Death In June//The Victims(aussie)//Superchunk

lifes hard.

esteban.

nice quiet evening with the 'ol lady, at the house.

Life Sucks Die

Dear Jesus,

Thanks for nothing, but pain and agony.
Thanks for reminding me of what a pile of shit life is each and everyday when I wake up.
Thanks for my inability to process drugs and alcohol properly, thus hindering what little fun I once had.

Fuck You,
Sir Logan