i dont need to drink when i get back. my bad mood has lifted. i can be, and still am angry about stuff, but i dont need to dwell and let it get me down. things will work out. gotta believe, gotta stay positive.

Wooooo

and drive like the volvo is on fire, i might make 3 Crow 2 for 1’s

i am going to get so drunk it isnt even funny.

toocutebyhalf:flickflickflicker:(via annahinks)

I do not wanna do this.

I thought I was avoiding the last-quarter of the year depression this year, but I still have December to deal with.

Things are not looking good.

Not much is even wrong, though. This time of year just fucks with me something fierce.

Driving back to Nashville tomorrow is going to suck. Broken tape deck, nothing but radio, and a lot of things on my mind.

This is where my “Drinking Less” thing really gets tested.

sleight-of-fate:

skycandy:

HEAD COUNT

I’m in.

Depends on when it is. If it’s in about three weeks… I’m in.

I have a helper.

silentsigh:serpentsbeneaththeirhoods | withoutkasmir

Note to Self.

It’s that time of year again, kids.

littlebabynothing:

emmycat:

lifeintechnicolorr:

(via ache)

the smithsss <3

Always reblog the Smiths.

Paul Westerberg - Everything Goes Wrong

Cool people make Rock N’ Roll in basements.

carleighholley:

Just found this- Reel of the Stones 1972

Holy fucking shit. Exile tour and all.

The Replacements - Little Mascara

You and I fall together
You and I sleep alone
After all, things might be better
after 1, and there’s one that’s long gone

For the moon you keep shootin’
Throw your rope up in the air
For the kids you stay together
You nap ‘em and you slap ‘em in a highchair
All you ever wanted was someone to take care of ya
All you’re ever losin’ is a little mascara

Afternoon, things are quiet
Settle back now if you can
Stations clip by like a rocket
Don’t you worry if you wonder why he ran

All you ever wanted was someone to take care of ya
All you’re ever losin’ is a little mascara
That you cry your eyes out

All you ever wanted was someone Ma’d be scared of
All your ever losin’ is a little mascara
That you cry…