Gin Wigmore - Hey Ho
Nobody knows you’re not coming home
Greetings from my spaceship
I literally had an outer body experience and had the life sucked back into me. And then I had an anxiety attack because of it. I also think this is really weird. Tumblrs like a journal of what you enjoy only everyone can see it making it a social network. So fucking weird! And then you don’t really know a person / follower because you only know what they’re like but not how they are and I am soooooo fucking high right now.
Oh and I’ve had the song Kokomo by the Beach Boys stuck in my head and I would upload it but I’m writing this post in my bed with my blackberry.
Kid Cudi’s Man On the Mon, Vol. II: The Legend of Mr. Rager is one of the greatest albums I’ve heard in a while. It’s an amazing follow up to the first album. This is going to be on repeat for quite some time. You need to purchase, not steal this album. Smoke a blunt and intake the greatness that is Kid Cudi.
ROBYN TONIGHT AT TERMINAL 5!
Somebody alert the authorities, I got criminal intent
Conspiracy to engage in lewd and indecent acts and events
My drinking is killing me
My drinking is killing me
My drinking is killing me
My drinking is killing me
My drinking is killing me
My drinking is killing me
My drinking is killing me
My drinking is killing me
My drinking is killing me
My drinking is killing me
My drinking is killing me
My drinking is killing me
My drinking is killing me
My drinking is killing me
My drinking is killing me
K-k-kill
My smoking is killing me
My diet’s killing me
My heels are killing me
My shopping’s killing me
My ego is killing me
Can’t sleep, it’s killing me
My label’s killing me
Kick drum…
My phone is killing me
My email is killing me
These hours are killing me
My tour is killing me
This flight is killing me
My manager’s killing me
My mother’s killing me
My landlord’s killing me
My boss is killing me
The TV is killing me
Your nagging is killing me
My boyfriend is killing me
My talking’s killing me
Killing me
Killing me
K-k-killing me
Can’t sleep, it’s killing me
My dreams are killing me
The TV is killing me
My talking’s killing me
Let go, you’re killing me
Ease up, you’re killing me
Calm down, you’re killing me
My god, you’re killing me
K-k-killing me
My drinking is killing me
My smoking is killing me
My head is killing me
My mind is killing me
My back is killing me
My neck is killing me
Your nagging is killing me
My gut is killing me
My PMS is killing me
My email is killing me
These hours are killing me
My tour is killing me
This flight is killing me
My manager’s killing me
My mother’s killing me
My landlord’s killing me
My smoking is killing me
The TV is killing me
Your nagging is killing me
Ease up, you’re killing me
Let go, you’re killing me
Calm down, you’re killing me
My god, you’re killing me
Don’t fucking tell me what to do, do!
Don’t fucking tell me what to do, do, do, do, do!
Don’t fucking tell me what to do!
Don’t fucking tell me what to do, do!
Don’t fucking tell me what to do, do!
Don’t fucking tell me what to do!
Don’t fucking tell me what to do!
Don’t fucking tell me what to do!
Don’t fucking tell me what to do!
