My ears are ringing, my head is pounding, and my body is bloody and bruised. Must have been a show last night.

Goodbye iamnotadrone! it was nice following you for the time you where here!

Thanks. Onward and upward.

I’m Deleting My Blog

I’m tired of the circle jerk. For those of you that have become my friend stay in touch via snapchat or text or email. Prospectively: snapdatmuka, 801-643-2171,

who is she? do tell..

She’s a goddamn Irish queen.

Tell us about "her"

She has been a friend and coworker for several years. We have been through a lot together. I was one of her first friends when she moved here. We grown up a lot together. I left my job for a lot of reasons but one of them was that I couldn’t stand to be around her all the time and not be able to kiss her. Touch her. Hold her. Now I’m loosing my mind because I don’t get to see her. Leaving work was messy. It’s complicated. I told her that I loved her and she said she was gunna cry. I thought that meant she had feelings for me too. I don’t know what to do.

Who is 'her'? Who holds you affection?

Oh just some girl on the winning side of unrequited love. She has broken me.

Too drunk to fuckk