April 2010
2 posts
twominuteshate:
just a little taste of some new...
February 2010
1 post
“Sometimes I wish I were deaf
Then I wouldn’t hear the words you say
Under your...”
– Whiskeytown, Under Your Breath (via letitride)
January 2010
7 posts
monday bar night
closed the store. got to the bar at 11:35 pm. was pretty buzzed by midnight because my ex was in there. 6 or 7 shots of whiskey later, i miss her less. i wish we couldve worked things out better.
too bad i have a classic case of fuck up itis.
dont worry its only contagious to/from other males. (you’re safe)
you thought #1 version 2.0
she’s playing in the fields at night, yelling at the morning light with dirt all on her knees
i’m underneath my sheets again, six years old and full of sin monsters won’t let me sleep
knocks on my window, crawls right through, got enough for me and some for you she offers me release
with eyes like space between the clouds, she’s blacking in i’m blacking out my heart won’t let me be ribbons,...
“even in these fields at night the moon still looks like you the liquor and cigarettes just help make everything foggy. and goddamnit sweetheart i know i was never your boy i know i was never your pride and joy i was your pretty face to wear out, while you were dressed up, and fucked up.
but i was looking through that box of your shit i keep, and i guess i can’t find it so,
i figured...
November 2009
9 posts
fail
tried to upload my no-shave november update. but it’s too fucking hot in this house and i can’t figure it out anyhow.
shit
so i sold my computer
because it doesn’t work.
and i can’t check past my dashboard or my twitter at all
on the parentally blocked computers in the office
i’ve no tv, no nothing really. josh is gone. and my room is filled with filled up cardboard boxes of things i never unpacked. this is my swansong
i’ll be back and better than ever. i’ll still tweet. ...
October 2009
15 posts
dear tumblr
my dog died tonight while i was at work. i mean he lived with my mom, but it still sucks. boo bear was 14 years old, half black lab, half olde english sheepdog.
rip boo
you thought #1
she’s playing in the fields at night, yelling at the morning light with dirt all on her knees
i’m underneath my sheets again, six years old and full of sin monsters won’t let me sleep
knocks on my window, crawls right through, got enough for me and some for you she offers me release
with eyes like space between the clouds, she’s blacking in i’m blacking out and god...
car clean out summary
1- empty busch light case 2- empty “Joose” cans 1- empty busch light can 13- empty packs of cigarettes (marlboro reds and camel lights) 5- cigarette butts 2- whole marlboro reds 4- guitar picks :) 7- regular sized bottles of vitamin water 3- huge ass bottles of vitamin water 4- bic lighters $2.75 in quarters alone 0.5- of a bag of salted peanuts colin ate on the way to MAM .85- of a...
laugh hard, it’s a long way to the bank
TRAILER TRASH
Eating snow flakes with plastic forks And a paper plate of course, you think of everything Short love with a long divorce And a couple of kids of course They don’t mean anything Live in trailers with no class goddamn I hope I can pass high school means nothing Taking heartache with hard work Goddamn I am such a jerk, I can’t do anything And I shout that you’re all fakes...
dinoblade:
this music fucking sucks this food fucking sucks this place fucking sucks no one cares about some stupid shit. i don’t care about what I do. fuck. oh great, awesome. blindly doing one thing after another. after another. after another. great. awesome. tell me all about it. you won’t remember in the morning. and neither will i. great thing about this kind of feeling…it all comes right...
September 2009
3 posts
if you never publish these things man, i’ll never truly believe in you. you know what this means. these collections are more than words. you know it. i know it. i wouldn’t really tell you face to face. not exactly my style. just know i’ll buy the first copy.
so long tumblr
i think i’m getting rid of my page. i don’t have enough attention for it. i’ll still tweet.
twitter= papabearandshit
anti-bar night 1
11:47pm monday. after turning down invitations from two close friends to go have a free beer, i’m proudly going to sleep.
one night down, how many to go?
August 2009
11 posts
the band. my morning jacket. bon iver. bob dylan.
cleaning to these gentlemen
death
going home. taking a shower. taking a nap. eating some food. paying our internet bill. (currently at onwasa’s computer lab watching hicks browse browning catalogues). crying. another shower. music. sleep.
i’m good with this schedule. i really am.
record breaker
i just found the first photo taken no one wanted to remember it’s of you on the floor in the bathroom at my first apartment there’s the briuse under your left eye from when you hit the sink you we’re so drunk, as you lay on the dirty floor and i’ve never loved you more
as you slept i’d trace the tattoo you had of an elephant and i’d watch as you slept like a...
it’s official that as a human male on this planent i cannot function alone. i can’t eat by myself. and i can’t go really anywhere on my own. i’m a complete fucking wreck.
new tattoo- “fight off your demons”
it’s one of my favorite ‘brand new’ statments as well as something i’ve been meaning to do for awhile. i have alot of things...
chest pains
i finally got my first tattoo done. it kinda hurt for a bit but i really like it. i’ll try to get pictures up eventually. it’s a cardinal with it’s wings out and and banner that says “be brave”. it means a lot to me as a person, human, writer, and friend and i hope to start conveying this new feeling more.
fucking stupid song bit
she lies awake in the bed it’s quarter to four he’s stumbles in drunk into bed, never says a word morning comes, God has failed she saw light of day again he walks out says nothing and shes left alone. again.
she needed more than you could ever give time takes forever. yeah, time takes forever to fix
i just gave up on this song. but i tried. fucking sucks, cant get my head...
"jake gibson car push challenge"
2,414.1 pounds- weight of my car
1,056 feet- distance i pushed my car after the gas ran out and engine failure ensued.
8 minutes- time it took before my heart blew out of my chest as I victoriously pushed my car into the gas station.
5 dollars- amount of money I put back in my car.
specs for the “jake gibson car push challenge” in case you guys were wondering. let’s see if...
welcome back alcohoal. im going to spend a majority of my day figuring out how to tell god the body i have that should be good for another twenty years is fucking ruined.
July 2009
12 posts
back on the grind
the “long awaited”, or at least “long ‘where has jacob been? he must hate us’ stop” has come. i’m finally going back to fucking work to make jumbo dollars and pay off all sorts of bills and shit. and coming home to a lovely long island tea. (premade bitch)
beforehand, cleaning the love dungeon and doing some money laundering.
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