Tuesday, November 30, 2010 (334/699)
Hold my calls, I’m in a meeting.
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Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
The 365: Day 643
Tuesday, October 5, 2010 (278/643)
Violets are blue, roses are red, livin like this, we were already dead.
Despite a 9 A.M. text from Hoodrat-Jess, I slept until 4 P.M. Thank you Rehab.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
The 365: Day 595
Wednesday, August 18, 2010 (230/595)
Receiving late night S.O.S. texts. What else is new.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
The 365: Day 433
Tuesday, March 9, 2010 (68/433)
No colours were altered in the editing of this photo.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
The 365: Day 407
Thursday, February 11, 2010 (42/407)
Sunrise as see out the window in at my sister's house in Aurora. Appropriate because Aurora is the Roman goddess of the dawn.
My dad had surgery today so I spent the night at his place out in Crest Hill, by Aurora. I took the trash out and saw the stars for the first time since I was last in Michigan.
Here I am with my headphones on, drifting away.
Friday, January 29, 2010
The 365: Day 394
Friday, January 29, 2010 (29/394)
“I’m gonna cut you so bad, you’re gonna wish I didn’t cut you so bad.”
I had a sign hanging above my bedroom door at my last apartment: “Draco Dormiens Numquam Titillandus.” I stole it from somewhere. Guess where!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
365 Days of Tommy P: Day 342
Tuesday, December 8, 2009 (342)
This is how I spent my entire Tuesday. Thank you very much, Rehab.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
365 Days of Tommy P: Day 314
Tuesday, November 10, 2009 (314)
On the Saturday of C.C.’s birthday weekend, Timmy C and I were in a cell phone store, because he yet again needed a new phone. We had a car full of hung-over/still drunk rowdies waiting for us in the parking lot. At one point, a sales associate approached me and said, “Excuse me sir, I believe there is a call for you.” “What.” I responded, not so much a question. “Are you Tom?” “No.” “Oh, well, the person on the phone said that she was looking for a young man in a green t-shirt and torn jean-shorts, responding to the name Tom.” “Oh . . . I’ll take the call.” “What is your name?” “Tom.” “Here, it’s your mother.” I took the phone and turned to look out the windows to the parking lot. “Hello?” All I could hear was the loud distortion of four drunken assholes laughing as I saw them in the car losing it.
Timmy C broke his new phone less than 12 hours later that night at C.C.’s party.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
365 Days of Tommy P: Day 295
Thursday, October 22, 2009 (295)
I woke up with a terrible pain in my chest as though someone was standing on me. Furthermore I had sporadic headaches, hot flashes, soar throat, bad cough, swollen glands in my neck, congestion, and a general tired and weak feeling.
From the tweets I read I missed an awesome night at my usual spot.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
365 Days of Tommy P: Day 160
Tuesday, June 9, 2009 (160)
‘Cause in her plastic flower garden,
There's no more room for plastic flowers
Sunday, January 25, 2009
365 Days of Tommy P: Day 25
Sunday, January 25, 2009 (25)
Thanks for getting me STINKING drunk last night, ugh.
"Like a phoenix, I return to you from nothing but a pile of ashes. What I thought was a blaze of was nothing but a -"
Sunday, January 18, 2009
365 Days of Tommy P: Day 18
Sunday, January 18, 2009 (18)
Too tired to go out.
". . . send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening . . ."
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Monday, May 12, 2008
Another Sixty Days of Tommy P: Day 50
Monday, May 12, 2008
I finally got home and crashed.
“They will build statues in my honor. There will be parades held in name. Days will be set aside to commemorate me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The apple monkeys told me to dance, but I didn’t have a spatula.”
“Get some sleep.”
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Another Sixty Days of Tommy P: Day 22
Monday, April 14, 2008
I didn’t take this of myself, nor did I ask anyone to photograph me sleeping.
[ The narcissist is inclined to lie or deceive. ]
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Another Sixty Days of Tommy P: Day 7
Sunday, March 30, 2008
From all the drinks I get drunk off music
From all the bitches the one I wannabe is music
From all the ladies the one I kiss is music
[ From all the jobs the one I choose is music ]
Music is my girlfriend
Music is my imaginary friend
Music is my favorite mistress
Music is my hot hot sex
My music is where I'd like you to touch
"It is not love that should be depicted as blind, but self-love."
-Voltaire
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