I keep looking at what I wrote last year and the words seem unrecognizable. I look back and keep thinking "Why did I write that? She deserves so much more." Trying to put into words what it feels like when you lose a part of your heart is an impossible feat, because no words can ever convey the love I have for you.
It's been a year, and I still don't know what to say. I don't think I'll ever know what to say.
All I know is that I love you, Amanda Hutchison. I never stop missing you. -——————————
I feel like the air has been sucked out of my lungs. Amanda Hutchison was the first friend I made when I started high school. She taught me how to put on stage makeup, how to make boys eat out of the palm of my hand, knew the best songs to listen to during a break up, how to still remain totally punk rock while being a beauty queen, and worked alongside me at Market Square hotel, caring for cancer patients we never knew we'd both eventually become. She married an incredible man, becoming part of my extended family, and birthed a wonderful little boy. I never thought I'd have to imagine a life without having someone who understands being weirdly attracted to Enzo & Cass and believes Mindless Self Indulgence is the quickest cure to a bummer mood. I love you, Amanda. I cannot believe how blessed we all were to know you. Nothing will ever compare to you. I miss you already. Sleep peacefully. I'll see you on the other side, lovely.
Cheech is not having any of your bullshit.
Way more punk rock than just writing "BJ WAS HERE" on the sticker wall. #shitkings#buddies
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Happy a Friday, y'all.
Not even Rocky Horror rehearsals can stop me from wearing wrestling shirts and being an all out goober. @thedudik
Carpal Tunnel is pretty sweet.
Happy Birthday to @dustin.w.mills, one of my favorite dudes in the whole world. Thanks for letting me voice puppets, kill clowns, and be a total pervert in your movies. ...I still think TUSK is a garbage fire.