moosic is my religion.

Knocking on my door, just a little.
I've got this cut from last night.

It hurts and I want it gone. :'(

Anyways, too much to drink. Hangover is a bitch. Jager shots & Jagerbombs, vodka, mudshake, and TonTonaters. Joke times, creepy times. All the same... they're all good times. The cross-shaped stars point to the north. And the big dipper at the opposite side.

When you get lost, just look for them up at the sky. You'll find your way. :)


Mr. Prick, who do you think is so pretty?
Mr. Good Guy, is it okay for me to pick?
Mr. I-Don't-Care, would you rather I stay?
Mr. I'm-Not-There, do you even miss those days?