Guitar cases set, the first few boxes are packed. Got a good head start. Now the waiting game. 58 days and counting until I’m back in San Diego where I belong. It’s been way too long and I’ve missed it terribly. There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by in the last 3 years that I haven’t wished I were there. First stop will be the Gaslamp Quarter… or Pacific beach. Maybe Mission?? La Jolla! So long, New York. It’s been real.
Hit me up, San Diego Tumblr peeps!
So I’m officially moving back to San Diego at the end of January/early February. Starting to plan out all the move details. Can’t wait to get back west and see some old friends and make some new ones. Good riddance, New York!
San Diego Tumbler peeps, hit me up!!
Inbox me, say what’s up. I’m down to hang once I get back!
Got my flight booked. I’m coming January 30th! Birthday gift to myself, new life!
The first of my new guitar cases arrived today. Haley looks fucking great in there. How much of a cliche would i look like showing up in California with a bag of clothes and four guitars?
Tim Burton’s ‘The Nighmare Before Christmas’ re-cut with Marilyn Manson’s version of ‘This Is Halloween’ for the re-release of the film in Disney Digital 3-D…
This graphic is fabulous. It represents a tiny crash course in rhetoric. Learn these things. Put them on your wall. Whisper them into the breeze. These are THINGS TO KNOW.
Bookmark this shit and the next time someone begins gobbling nonsense at you on a social network, instead of engaging, point them to this handy chart. Also useful: Thought Catalog’s “How To Have A Rational Conversation" flowchart.
Learn these!! Be smarter than the average American!
The countdown begins…
Happy Birthday to me :)
People always ask me why or how I could be single. And I always tell them that the reason is that I’m sick of dating. I don’t have the patience for it anymore. And when their response to me is to try harder, I laugh harder and mention nights like tonight. I go out for dinner with this girl and everything is cool and going well. Then we head to a local bar where apparently she knows everybody and spent more time getting way too familiar with everybody else at the bar than actually conversing with me. So after half an hour of sitting at the bar watching sports highlights by myself and making casual conversation with the bartender I left. Without saying a single word to anybody, I grabbed my jacket and went home. About an hour after I got home I get a text from my “date” saying “Where’d you go?”. I didn’t even respond. That’s why I’m single.