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i like it when winamp does things like follow songs such as "turbulence" by arab strap with "shit luck" by modest mouse. it makes me smile.
dan, i love your little brother. dan? does dan have internet service at his new place? hmm. yes, i spoke to you. anyway, your brother cody is darling. he was in my store the other day and he weebled over to me, squinting, and asked, "don't i know you?" heh, he decided you should have a party so we can get drunk and talk again. he's a good kid. he should be my little brother.
i'm never around anymore. my computer keeps fucking up and people suck. so, ya know, fighting with my computer isn't worth it to be reminded of how lame everyone is being. truth is, if i haven't talked to you in the last two weeks, you're fired. that goes for almost all of you. for whoever else, if you want to talk to me, try calling me. there's a chance i may never pick up or take days to return your call, but you're up for a gamble, aren't ya?
anna, what's up with this visit? call me if you see this.
so yeah, my lower back feels like somebody took a sledgehammer to it. it started the other day at work, then stopped, then came back last night. i slept with a heating pad, but this morning when the alarm went off, it literally took me 20 minutes to roll out of my bed and manage to crawl across the room to shut it off. needless to say, i called out of work. thanks again, Danielle. i stayed awake until my father came home to give me some muscle relaxers. so i took some pain killer, two muscle relaxers, and a bowl to the face, and slept for a good five hours. i've been smoking and watching teevee for the bulk of the night. every month, i become more and more convinced that satan himself has control over my ovaries.
i chopped my bangs last night, they hang right in my eyes now. my hair is all messy. it's cute.
last weekend with sandra was rad. this weekend in brooklyn was even more rad. laura (brooklyn laura, not boston laura) informed me that i'm going to be in one of her movies this semester. we all are, i'm pretty sure. it's about sex? like talking about sex? i think that's it, i wasn't sober when she was talking about it.
i need to invest in batteries. every time i want to take pictures of something, my batteries are dead or dying. irritating, i tells ya.
this month needs to blow the fuck by, because i am so over being a poor bastard. almost all of the money i'm expecting is already spent, and i hatehatehate living that way.
okay, i know i am so late with this one, but Zach Braff is adorable. i finally saw Garden State sometime in February, and now i have this total geek crush. raararar.
saturday night: me, toni & jodi against the world. should be sweet.
march 3rd? sort of shitty to remember that it's someone's birthday when you don't talk to them anymore. whatever.
i'm running clean out of rhymes,
i'm running clean out of time,
i'm running clean out of mind
dan, i love your little brother. dan? does dan have internet service at his new place? hmm. yes, i spoke to you. anyway, your brother cody is darling. he was in my store the other day and he weebled over to me, squinting, and asked, "don't i know you?" heh, he decided you should have a party so we can get drunk and talk again. he's a good kid. he should be my little brother.
i'm never around anymore. my computer keeps fucking up and people suck. so, ya know, fighting with my computer isn't worth it to be reminded of how lame everyone is being. truth is, if i haven't talked to you in the last two weeks, you're fired. that goes for almost all of you. for whoever else, if you want to talk to me, try calling me. there's a chance i may never pick up or take days to return your call, but you're up for a gamble, aren't ya?
anna, what's up with this visit? call me if you see this.
so yeah, my lower back feels like somebody took a sledgehammer to it. it started the other day at work, then stopped, then came back last night. i slept with a heating pad, but this morning when the alarm went off, it literally took me 20 minutes to roll out of my bed and manage to crawl across the room to shut it off. needless to say, i called out of work. thanks again, Danielle. i stayed awake until my father came home to give me some muscle relaxers. so i took some pain killer, two muscle relaxers, and a bowl to the face, and slept for a good five hours. i've been smoking and watching teevee for the bulk of the night. every month, i become more and more convinced that satan himself has control over my ovaries.
i chopped my bangs last night, they hang right in my eyes now. my hair is all messy. it's cute.
last weekend with sandra was rad. this weekend in brooklyn was even more rad. laura (brooklyn laura, not boston laura) informed me that i'm going to be in one of her movies this semester. we all are, i'm pretty sure. it's about sex? like talking about sex? i think that's it, i wasn't sober when she was talking about it.
i need to invest in batteries. every time i want to take pictures of something, my batteries are dead or dying. irritating, i tells ya.
this month needs to blow the fuck by, because i am so over being a poor bastard. almost all of the money i'm expecting is already spent, and i hatehatehate living that way.
okay, i know i am so late with this one, but Zach Braff is adorable. i finally saw Garden State sometime in February, and now i have this total geek crush. raararar.
saturday night: me, toni & jodi against the world. should be sweet.
march 3rd? sort of shitty to remember that it's someone's birthday when you don't talk to them anymore. whatever.
i'm running clean out of rhymes,
i'm running clean out of time,
i'm running clean out of mind