i would kill for the atlantic but i am paid to make girls panic while i sing.
last night i had a dream that ryan ross was a charming street musician. he was wearing a really snazzy jacket/scarf/fingerless glove combo and he played songs for me and i fell in love with him. but my parents ~didn't approve~ and i had to sneak out and see him and it was all very romantic. and then we got on a plane to salt lake city for reasons unknown. it was sort of like aladdin but with more hobo chic fashions and mormons.
they're redoing all of the wood floors upstairs and so i just had to climb a ladder and shimmy from the top rung into the window of my bedroom. i snuck out once or twice through that window and i remember it being closer to the ground. i went face first from the ladder onto my wood floors. good decision, me. aaaand now i'm stuck in here.
they're redoing all of the wood floors upstairs and so i just had to climb a ladder and shimmy from the top rung into the window of my bedroom. i snuck out once or twice through that window and i remember it being closer to the ground. i went face first from the ladder onto my wood floors. good decision, me. aaaand now i'm stuck in here.