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who wants to delete their myspace with me? im goin on strike.
so hey, back in cincinnati.
ive got these ideas for the next few years. I remain in illinois and spend the rest of my life with ian lesueur. we could fall under the spell of commitment and have 2 dogs and a fucking apartment in the city. it could be sweet. I might be into it, i dont know. I could come back to cincy and go to school with a major in painting or philosophy or some shit. i could live with celeste and we'd start a rockabilly band; when i come back here i forget how much i fucking want just leave everyone else and move back. its 2 different worlds. I went for a drive in my old neighborhood and it felt like i was home. Like i only had to be at school or something
anyways, if everything goes as planned then i might be staying here for another week, or until i run out of money. i hope everyone in champagin is getting along with out meee.
why do all country music videos look the fucking same, its like a depressed broke mother who just got the shit beat out of her, and shes sitting in her room looking depressed and fucking worthless, and then theres always the confused child in there somewhere who just walks around aimlessly, like woe is me. and theres like people dancing around with american flags and ice cream cones. who wants to go to biker church with me? they might even have ash trays in the pues.
i miss EEEEEE. oh, and by the way, i love him with all of my heart,
so hey, back in cincinnati.
ive got these ideas for the next few years. I remain in illinois and spend the rest of my life with ian lesueur. we could fall under the spell of commitment and have 2 dogs and a fucking apartment in the city. it could be sweet. I might be into it, i dont know. I could come back to cincy and go to school with a major in painting or philosophy or some shit. i could live with celeste and we'd start a rockabilly band; when i come back here i forget how much i fucking want just leave everyone else and move back. its 2 different worlds. I went for a drive in my old neighborhood and it felt like i was home. Like i only had to be at school or something
anyways, if everything goes as planned then i might be staying here for another week, or until i run out of money. i hope everyone in champagin is getting along with out meee.
why do all country music videos look the fucking same, its like a depressed broke mother who just got the shit beat out of her, and shes sitting in her room looking depressed and fucking worthless, and then theres always the confused child in there somewhere who just walks around aimlessly, like woe is me. and theres like people dancing around with american flags and ice cream cones. who wants to go to biker church with me? they might even have ash trays in the pues.
i miss EEEEEE. oh, and by the way, i love him with all of my heart,