tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85021021714113934702011-04-21T14:19:41.158-07:00Logannoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502102171411393470.post-91277086376429157232009-02-17T23:09:00.000-08:002009-02-17T23:20:32.296-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQ6v0mvAUg/SZu2C5uaIVI/AAAAAAAAABA/lAOmTauUk20/s1600-h/the-2-live-crew-792875.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQ6v0mvAUg/SZu2C5uaIVI/AAAAAAAAABA/lAOmTauUk20/s320/the-2-live-crew-792875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304033147130356050" border="0" /></a><br /> 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.<br /><br />A few goals for the year...<br /><br />not stress about money,<br />work off all these chicken wings.<br />listen to more 2 live crew.<br /><br />Get Fucked,<br />Sir Logan<br /><br />Playlist for the day// My Bloody Valentine//Death In June//The Victims(aussie)//Superchunk<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502102171411393470-9127708637642915723?l=lifesuckdie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Logannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502102171411393470.post-8026621304518021932009-02-09T22:24:00.000-08:002009-02-09T22:31:23.978-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQ6v0mvAUg/SZEejPN8UoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dWYGBDCDxwY/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQ6v0mvAUg/SZEejPN8UoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dWYGBDCDxwY/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301051827121050242" border="0" /></a>esteban.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQ6v0mvAUg/SZEeNGxaCdI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VvF65hHJOB0/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQ6v0mvAUg/SZEeNGxaCdI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VvF65hHJOB0/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301051446896757202" border="0" /></a>nice quiet evening with the 'ol lady, at the house.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502102171411393470-802662130451802193?l=lifesuckdie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Logannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502102171411393470.post-27758901392952741962009-02-09T13:38:00.000-08:002009-02-09T13:41:39.738-08:00Dear Jesus,<br /><br />Thanks for nothing, but pain and agony.<br />Thanks for reminding me of what a pile of shit life is each and everyday when I wake up.<br />Thanks for my inability to process drugs and alcohol properly, thus hindering what little fun I once had.<br /><br />Fuck You,<br />Sir Logan<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502102171411393470-2775890139295274196?l=lifesuckdie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Logannoreply@blogger.com0