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James Owen Sullivan means the world to me.
body modification=<3
I have 4 tattoos.
I have 5 piercings, but I've had a total of around 9.
I truly don't care what others think of me.
I'll still be me when I wake up in the morning.
I'll be your best friend if you'll let me.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Just to not upset the system.


A solid figure in my life.
My dog is my rock.


So what to do after they move out?
I'm so fucking screwed. I gotta figure this bull shit out. It's so like me to fall apart. Especially at the times when I need to be keeping it together.

I'm trying to find an exterpositive thing in my life.

So far...
Me: 0
Life: 1

Fuck off.
End of story.
Motto for the day.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

7 Deadly Sins...

At Tina's.
Today is the first day of the Deadly Sins shoot.
Idk yet how it will go.

Wrath: Mary
Sloth: Mysti
Envy: Tashajavascript:void(0)
Greed: Mason
Gluttony: Jarod
Vanity: Mikal
Lust: Christina

I've got a million ideas swirling in my head.
I hope they jump out of my head and onto the ground; in front of the camera, of course.
Skeet skeet.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

sick day.

And today is murky and retarded.
Miss my family.
Need my shower.
Hate my surroundings.
So tired.

Fuck I hate today.
I can't speak.
I sound like a boy going through puberty.

Friday, March 12, 2010

All of this over breakfast?

I somehow discovered that everything I thought I had was just pretenses.
I have my mom who I can count on entirely too much.
That one I know for sure.
And as I break down, writing this at 1:20 am, I am alone.
My nephews are asleep, scattered sporadically around the living room; my roommates are laughing in their room...
Yet somehow, I feel like this apartment is a ghost town.
This place is a ghost town, and damn it if I'm not the one haunting this room.

I want to remove myself from this and every situation involving me.
I'll adopt a pseudonym and live like a Gypsy; I won't need anything.
I know who I sound like right now, and I'm okay with that.
And I sound like an attention-starved, punk-bitch.
I'm okay with that.
When everything is good, I won't be excited anymore.
I know what follows it.
White flag.

All of this over breakfast plans?
I'll write for me.
3... 2...

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Pants on the ground.

Mary called me.
Little Jon was featured on a song with a Hispanic Hip Hop artist.
Instead of his traditional, "WHAT??!!"
He yelled, "QUE??!!"


So I'm off to bed. Work and cleaning to do tomorrow.
Audi 5,000 like your mom's pants... on the ground?

Chuck Norris Jokes...

Man Chuck Norris Jokes make me so happy.
So would dinner.
Dinner would make me happy.

Does anyone wanna feed me a giraffe?

So my life is so good now that my other half is back. FOR GOOD. Maybe you went away to figure out where home is.

So these are the reasons I love being an Oklahoman:

1. Southern cooking.

2. More people are Christians out here since we're in the Bible Belt.

3. It will always feel like home.

4. People are a lot more polite here than in most states.

5. (It's that) Southern hospitality.

6. Those country roads.

7. Those city lights.

8. Moore.

9. The early morning sky.


Welcome my friends, it's gonna be a long stay.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Whoop that trick, [It was supposed to have stanzas.] -4mysti.

So good. This night is a Zoo of laughter and focus.
Wild Cherry Pepsi, and flow like no other.
"I really like your hair, I wish I could afford some for me."
-My inner monologue would've been so thrilled to say.
Let me walk the walk so I don't need to talk at all.
He really wanna bust a rhyme.
When I found you at the truck stop, you weren't in charge.
Old man sound-proofing and there's someone at the door.
Why are you Shelby?
I need a power strip to connect these beats.
Beast, he's light-skinned.
It's hard out here for a pimp.
Synch it up.