121212

Twelve Twelve Twelve, you say
Yeah we know; we all get it
Now, shut the fuck up

121112

Plans come together
Friends come together as well
A season of change

121012

It must be Sunday
Cause I want to kill myself
Oh wait, It's just brunch

120912

It's now the season
The Christmas parties begin
Sorry, dear liver

120812

Stupid memory

It's an alcoholic haze

A blur in the past

120712

I'm caffienated
Ready to cook creme brulle
Happy holidays!

120612

A brand new chefs knife
Limited edition Shun
She is beautiful

120512

Holy fucking hell
A light on the horizon
A three day weekend

120412

Can't even think straight
Work and sleep are all I do
I miss my girl

120312

Jamesons whisky
and caramel creme brulle
I'm on to something

120212

I work my ass off
Sleep is but a memory
I'm still poor as fuck

120112C

Bare skeletal trees
The season is upon us
Nought but death and dark