remembered for setting the world on fire.
Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram (via larmoyante)
Fuck I miss you.
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Answer:
It has. :( I actually can’t really move my right arm or turn my neck right now. In maybe two weeks, I should be able to raise my right arm at a 45 degree angle in front of my body. I should have “full motion” of my arm by August. I also can’t lift anything heavier than 5 lbs with that arm. As for my left arm, I can do pretty much anything but raise it above my head.
I get to go back to work next week! My boss just called me, and she’s going to schedule me for a few mid-day shifts.
I’m so excited. As goofy as it may sound, I love working at Urban Outfitters. My coworkers are incredible people, and it’s always good to be around them. I find a lot of inspiration there, and I also daydream a lot while folding clothes (typical me, always daydreaming).
It’s been a long month off, and I absolutely needed it with this surgery recovery, but I’m ready to resume my summer.
YOU CANNOT TRY TO START A FRIENDSHIP/RELATIONSHIP/MARRIAGE OVER A MUTUAL LOVE OF ELLIOTT SMITH.
(i learned this the hard way)
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I mean, seriously? I know what you’re capable of live, man. Don’t halfass your hometown (though I know you have some beef with us for some unknown reason).
Also, next time, feel free to talk to the crowd just a little bit! And an encore would be nice, though I guess you ditched encores at both shows.
Have fun in all of your other states, it’s pretty obvious you’ll enjoy them a lot more than Michigan.
(oh, and my first assumption was right, that opening act was terrible)
Evening show
fuck you matinee kids
shit’s going to get crazy at the evening show.
However, I don’t know what the fuck an “Alabama Shakes” is, nor do I want it opening up for Mr. White. Why can’t we just go back to the days where nobody opened up for Jack, and he would do two sets? I mean, really, that’s the only thing I’m paying to see.
It’s been fun watching you evolve over the past twelve years, sir. I look forward to continuing this.
#blogaboutlifeproblems
Remember that time that you asked me if I thought you were a shitty person, and I assured you I didn’t? I take that back. I thought you were a shitty person then, and I think you’re a shittier person now. You just always pointed out how lovely and kind I was, so I thought I’d keep that image up. Because, as I continuously tried to prove to you for some unknown reason, I am a pretty fucking great person. I see the good in everybody, I do kind things, I encourage and take pride in my friends. I bake cookies, I share beer, I write nice notes to get people through the week. But, this isn’t about me, it’s about you.
You’re violent, narcissistic, and take out your insecurities on others. You’re incredibly sex obsessed, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but the way you pursue it is disgusting. You don’t follow through with things you say, or plans you make. You just sort of spew bullshit all over so that you don’t have to face confrontation, and you continue to convince yourself you’re not the bad guy.
You are. Today proves it. The past three weeks prove it. Fuck, the length that I’ve known you proves it, excluding the day I met you. I cannot believe the time I wasted trying to put into this friendship, and even more, I can’t believe how fucking hurt I am over it. Nobody hurts me. I haven’t been hurt by a person in ages. How you could do it is such a mystery, but I guess it’s just part of your general shittiness.
