this dysfunctional life of mine

i'm punkrockjon. 21. SINGLE. my about me used to be much longer, but it's time for some changes in my life. I love cooking and I don't mean Easy Mac. I'm talking fine dining meals that cost more than your Hollister wardrobe. I'm addicted to old school, American traditional tattoos, like Sailor Jerry. Fuck Ed Hardy. I've played in touring bands and am looking to start a new one asap.
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What better way to end the night after crashing my Jeep than to go drinking at the Shamrock, then have my mother’s friend talk shit about me and say I don’t take care of her, yet I drive her home, then fight with her cause she won’t respond to anything I’m saying to her, then had to walk her inside, where she almost fell off the fucking stairs outside, then fought with me some more once inside; tell her not to sit down cause she’ll pass out at the table, which she goes ahead and does anyway and now sitting here pissed off waiting for her to go upstairs. What a fucking lovely night, on top of how shitty work was. Fuck this.

Feb 25th at 2AM / 0 notes

on the plus side… everything PunkRockBowling is paid for except my flights.