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good god, i'm such a slob. i just woke up approximately 30 minutes ago.... that's at 4pm, my friends. i'm unemployed still....and i'm waking up at 4pm. that's it... tomorrow i'm fucking waking up early and going to hand out my resume to anyone who speaks english.
tonight i'm going to see THE KILLERS at irving plaza. i'm so fucking psyched.... i've wanted to see them forever. it's sold out, and i paid 40 bucks for a 16 dollar ticket, with money i don't have. but oh well, it's the fucking killers. i'm starting to make new memories of that band, because it still sometimes reminds me of john. we'd play it in the car over and over again, dissect it, talk about how much that album rocked. the song Mr. Brightside kind of convinced me to move to new york, too. it's about the dude's chick cheating on him, but then him decided to forget about it and move on to better prospects. fuck john.
i'm such a corny terd. haha.... terd.
speaking of terds.... kate mcmahon, i fucking miss you like the dickens. you really should consider moving to new york sometime relatively soon. we'd have so much fucking fun. you were the only one who'd indulge me on my impulsive needs to go spend money on fattening food, and shit i didn't need. i need you to get your ass down here before i go insane. i dont care about your job, i'm selfish. :-D
alright, i'm hungry. time for breakfast. it's 5pm and i'm eating breakfast. i disgust myself.
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jealousy
turning saints into the sea
churning through sick lullabies
choking on your alibis
but it's just the price i pay
destiny is calling me
open up my eager eyes
cause i'm Mr. Brightside
tonight i'm going to see THE KILLERS at irving plaza. i'm so fucking psyched.... i've wanted to see them forever. it's sold out, and i paid 40 bucks for a 16 dollar ticket, with money i don't have. but oh well, it's the fucking killers. i'm starting to make new memories of that band, because it still sometimes reminds me of john. we'd play it in the car over and over again, dissect it, talk about how much that album rocked. the song Mr. Brightside kind of convinced me to move to new york, too. it's about the dude's chick cheating on him, but then him decided to forget about it and move on to better prospects. fuck john.
i'm such a corny terd. haha.... terd.
speaking of terds.... kate mcmahon, i fucking miss you like the dickens. you really should consider moving to new york sometime relatively soon. we'd have so much fucking fun. you were the only one who'd indulge me on my impulsive needs to go spend money on fattening food, and shit i didn't need. i need you to get your ass down here before i go insane. i dont care about your job, i'm selfish. :-D
alright, i'm hungry. time for breakfast. it's 5pm and i'm eating breakfast. i disgust myself.
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jealousy
turning saints into the sea
churning through sick lullabies
choking on your alibis
but it's just the price i pay
destiny is calling me
open up my eager eyes
cause i'm Mr. Brightside