Jazz isn't dead, it just smells funny.

RIP Brittany Murphy
RIP Michael Jackson
RIP Ferrah Fawsett
RIP Billy Mayes
RIP Patrick Swayze
RIP Paul McCartney
RIP Bengal’s Chris Henry
RIP Walt Disney’s son, Roy Disney
RIP Jeanne Claude
RIP Mary from Peter, Paul and Mary
RIP Senator Kennedy
RIP Don Hewitt
RIP Gidget the Taco Bell dog
RIP Titan’s Steve McNair
RIP Red Sox’s Dominic DiMaggio
RIP Dom DeLuise

and RIP Ron Asheton of The Stooges and Iggy Pop’s band

We’re having Thanksgiving alone this year on account of my dad’s pneumonia.

Wait, scratch that. We’ll be spending Thanksgiving with my dad’s ex-wife, the first one.

Just got home after being in Alamosa for a week. Wow. I haven’t been this tired in a while, physically and mentally.

I love driving after one in the morning, the highways are empty.

Don’t watch Funny People. It isn’t funny. In fact, it’s the complete opposite. I’m not saying the jokes weren’t funny, but 95% of the movie is extremely depressing shit, which is disappointing since it has so many funny people in it… a lot of my favorites, in fact. I mean, a movie with Adam Sandler in it that isn’t funny? Yeah, it’s bad.

Going down to Alamosa, CO for a week, again.

I don’t mind driving. I get really high before we go, then we usually stop at two rest stops and I blaze in the bathrooms.

I drive 100% better when I’m high because my head is clear and I can actually focus.

Alamosa is a four and a half hour drive from Loveland.

We always listen to oldies rock n roll when we travel long distances.

I made another tumblr. It is my strictly photo tumblr.

The photos I post are usually either something I’m interested in or am feeling, though it is also photos I think are cool or funny or just ones I take a liking to.

I also post photos that I take.

bohemianjoekr.tumblr.com

My dad says he’s going to put me back in rehab because of my ‘dependence on weed’.

Me: So.. is Debie living with us now?

Dad: *Silence*

Me: Dad.

Dad: *Silence*

Me: Dad, is Debie living with us now?

Dad: YES.

Me: …For how long?

Dad: *Silence*

Me: …Did you hear me?

Dad: Possibly forever.

Words cannot express the hate I have my dad’s ex-wife, Debie. She is EXACTLY like my mom, though unlike my mom, she actually has a heart.

Debie is a junkie, a liar, and a conniving little thief. I mean, she’s stolen from us more then anyone… And yet my dad let’s her live with us and gives her drugs. Right now she’s in the process of committing fraud for the third time.

If anything is going to make me completely snap, it’s her.

Fuck. Me.

Those steroids they gave Demon make him not want to sleep which keeps me from sleeping.