Aug 06, 2005 01:05
i need to talk to you. and have a conversation i didn't ever want to have. and the only reason i hung up the phone was because i had to gather my thoughts. i'm sorry.
sara left me comments on my myspace. they made me fucking cry. you whore. the mix you made me just pushed me right off the edge. damnit. i should stab you with MY HANDY DANDY RUSTY SPOON!!!
tomorrow: rosenburg. school shopping. and numbers. if they card, we have to find something else to do.
hmmmm.
fucking. omfg. mates of state. the 22nd. numbers. i need to go.
and. i'm going to 30 seconds to mars. glassjaw. and the used. on the 30th. uh. good.