64 in a 60

It's been a hell of a weekend.
Money spent on nothing.
Oodles
But piss on it.
If there's one thing I've realized
it's that
Jeff Hampton is the fucking man.
This beautiful person got a phone call from me at 10p.m.
saying that I was fucked four hours from home.
...He didn't even hesitate
before saying that he'd be on his way.
He dropped everything,
got off work early,
just to get in his car and drive four hours to pick me up.
He got a speeding ticket on his way to pick me up.
He didn't gain a thing in this.
All he knew was that his friend was in a horrible way,
didn't even ask what happened.
Jeff, I love you.
You are the most amazing friend I have ever had.
Thank you for being around.

a thousand things wrong with the way you wear your hair

I'm not going to lie, the last few days have been rough. Not because anything particularly horrible's happened, but because my body is feeling the stress of all the events and all the bumps and creaks of this house are coming out like words from and ancient indian burial ground.
I remember when I was young and my brother was too. Way back before we didn't like each other. Back when I didn't understand that there was an alternative to liking him. Tire swings, x-men trading cards, the whole nine yards. All of it seemed so natural, so easy. But now it's difficult now. We learned to be pissed off with each other real quick and the walk has not been so easy since. Staying pissed off at one of those stables in your life is quite a bit of work.
But what can you do? Wait six months until you both are tired from the uphill journey it is staying pissed off. It's been two or so. Still going strong.
Fuck, I might just Lance Armstrong this bitch and keep it going.
It is really cold outside.
My car is on its last limbs of life.
I am a marathon runner.