warren zevon

send lawyers, guns and money

the shit has hit the fan

Score.

Found these little beauties at an antique store the other day.

yes, they are suede. and yes, they make me want to sing "the only boy who could ever reach me, was the son of a preacher man." when I wear them.

Sunday

Today will consist of some leisure reading, a little laundry and Californication.

Couldn’t ask for more…

“Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives... and to the "good life", whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.”

Hunter S. Thompson

hang me up to dry

thought i'd ease ya into that look...

the ropes

"I must raise my feet again and again, weary and wounded though they be; and because I must go on, I often look back in wrath at the most beautiful things that could not hold me-because they could not hold me."

-Friedrich Nietzsche