Aphasic Snap.

i hate unkept beards. 

i hate people that think it is cool not to shower, like it is “punk rock” or some dumb shit.

i hate dudes that are still wearing skinny jeans so tight that you can see the outline of their cocks.

i hate people who wear flannel everyday.

i hate when someone who is CLEARLY vegan has to announce that every fucking thing they cook or ate was vegan. it’s like “fuck man, i know you are vegan. i know you just ate vegan spaghetti”.  i could choke these people.

i hate when these hipster asshole fuck heads coin some fucking everyday word and think they are some interesting and elusive character and they say that stupid word so much that they got every other asshole saying it too. geeeeeeeeeezus.

i hate that it is stilllllll cool for these rocker kids to love lil wayne and some other terrible shit.

i hate feather hair extensions so much i could kick a chicken. yes, a real live chicken.

i hate people that put together shows and need like 4 fucking gold stars because of it.

i hate collaborative shows with 6 bands, shitty art and hippy assholes making on-the-spot crafts.

i hate any show with more than 3 bands. grow some balls, you dont need every local band to play just because you are too scared to see who really gives a shit about your show or your band. come on.

i hate people who throw theme parties every month.

i hate people who surround themselves with an ass load of “friends”. it is not real.

i hate ukuleles.

i hate a lot more stuff too.

but i do LOVE….

hanging with my nephew all the damn time.

i love wedges.

i love baggy shirts because they are cute but really i wear them because i am lazy.

i love getting up every morning and showering, getting out and suffocating myself in lotion, brushing my teeth like a psycho and spritzing my perfume in the same exact location on my chest at the same exact distance every single fucking day and soaking my face in witch hazel.

i love skyping with friends.

i love watching shows about people who hoard, eat too much, do drugs and i love shows about solving crimes.

i love playing board games and card games.

i love eating BBQ’d asparagus with fresh lemon paired with fresh mojitos.

i love khaki pants on men. 

i love curly hair.

i love little dogs.

i love getting drunk and being nice to people i usually am not nice to.

i love going to someones house and not giving a shit and crapping in their toilet with no concern and getting up in the morning and showering there without asking.

i love much more.

but the hate is so much more interesting.

you bore the living shit out of me.

and you….you are a carbon copy of everything you wish you were.

and you…..you are too lazy to actually make something of yourself.

and you….you are such a sociopath you can’t hear anyone else over your bullllllllshit.

and you…..you are are such a fat fucking slob that you pity yourself in everything that everyone else has made themselves content over, and they have actually worked for something. get a life you fucking pig.

and you….you are a fucking junky, drug addict piece of shit who owes me child support.

and you….you are are a pussy. you are to nut sacks shy of being called a man. put yourself on some sort of level of status and put the bitch in her place. she is pear shaped anyhow.

and you……..give her another black eye and tell her how it should have always been.

and you…you are a fucking shit talking, scared piece of shit who’s head would get blasted into a million pieces had i ever had the chance to catch up to you.

fear me. im fucking nuts.

this is the first time in ages that i have not had a costume for halloween.

i have no plans.

i have no desire to go out.

i just want to get my house set up a bit more.

i might go to sacramento tomorrow night with Fica.

trying to keep my napa girlfriends close.

i promised myself and in quite little ways i promised them too.

but we might go to sac tomorrow night.

tomorrow day i think i am going to do sams hair and then hopefully her and sean will come over for some dinner.

we shall see.

sunday i am cleaning stupid morgan st. all day.

and for what?

we ain’t getting shit back from the landlord.

i just want to wrap myself in my new house and never leave.

tonight i made some serious dinner for michael and i.

speaking of michael and i, let me tell you how awesome combined income is.

we have a joint account now, have had it for like 2 months or something and that shit really pays off.

we are unstoppable.

and neither of us have smoked today.

trying to quit.

going to take 25 bucks a week and put into a little stash spot.

that will be money we would have spent on smokes.

now we are going to save for a trip.

south america or norway is my vote.

we will seeeeeeeeeeeeee.

alright. to bed.

and dogs need to pee.

toooodles.

did not notice it till now that my tumblr is all jacked up.

it used to be a different layout.

one day i will fix that.

in the apartment alone.

michael is gone doing an overnight shift at his job.

my dogs are laying in the crate together.

they love that damn thing and nella will not get the hell out of it.

but the apartment is much cozier than morgan st. so i can see why they enjoy it now. 

it is right in the living room next to our couch now.

morgan st. was cold.

those wood floors and tile were not welcoming.

i cannot express enough how wonderful it is to have carpet.

now i can just vacuum.

it is like a miracle.

we still have stuff to put away.

mostly laundry.

we have so much clothes it is crazy.

still have to clean morgan st. a bit. 

even though i am sure we will not be getting any deposit back.

the kitchen linoleum is jacked up, the first roommate scratched the floor in their bedroom and our last roommates out gunnar in his crate without the plastic liner and he scratched at the living room floor.

just a lot of damage.

sucks.

we shall see.

well, the rain is coming down, my couch is cozy and i think in am just going to fall asleep here.

night.