Happiness...
was today. I had to wake up at 7:15, but that's okay. it was well worth it!
My dad had to work in Novi, so i went with him so that i could go to ann arbor after that. i slept in the car while he worked. barely even noticed that he was gone.
Then i woke dave up. dammit it was worth it. <---i keep saying that. who am i kidding, i would have rather slept!!
We ate at the Fleetwood. I have a superconfession to make:
I actually don't mind the place (AhHA brandon!) first, i went in there to change clothes(i had been in my PJs from the car) and i felt like the most out of place person in the world. now i know how most teenagers feel, well, everwhere.
The bathroom..is a shithole. the place in general, is a shithole. but a shithole with personality; i'll give it that.
"Why are you wearing that stupid rabbit suit?
Why are you wearing that stupid man suit"
When i sat down i actually started looking at people. real inspiration. i can write. i feel sparkles flowing through my veins at the speed of light. or the speed of sound, maybe the speed of heroin.
Then we ate fries. yummy. then we walked back and i had to give brandon a big hug for being the funniest guy to talk to at night. he should get an award. And for his hair. i could play with his hair. it's also yummy like french fries.
ddrdave14: that's so hott
ThouGivestFevah: not like you, but like brandon. i'm obsessed with your roomate. and i shall stalk him.
ThouGivestFevah: so if you see me aroudn your house late at night
ThouGivestFevah: don't worry...
ThouGivestFevah: i'm not looking for you
LOL.
Then we listened to David Sedaris, he is hilarious. www.npr.org search for David Sedaris. listen to Santaland Diaries, about a disgruntled elf. it was quite good shit.
I type like i play the piano. not to say that i play the piano well. imean i just type strangly. its fun.
Then we watched Will and Grace. no, before that, we tried to make a messenger bag for dave with greek letters. it didn't work so well, but in the end, he gets what he wants. except that it's yellow! yuck!
Anyway, i got my tank top back and that's what matters. I can now be a whore again. I really do like Glory of the 80s and Raspberry Swirl.
I want another day...another life...another infinity to spend with you.
I should write songs.
I really like you.
My dad had to work in Novi, so i went with him so that i could go to ann arbor after that. i slept in the car while he worked. barely even noticed that he was gone.
Then i woke dave up. dammit it was worth it. <---i keep saying that. who am i kidding, i would have rather slept!!
We ate at the Fleetwood. I have a superconfession to make:
I actually don't mind the place (AhHA brandon!) first, i went in there to change clothes(i had been in my PJs from the car) and i felt like the most out of place person in the world. now i know how most teenagers feel, well, everwhere.
The bathroom..is a shithole. the place in general, is a shithole. but a shithole with personality; i'll give it that.
"Why are you wearing that stupid rabbit suit?
Why are you wearing that stupid man suit"
When i sat down i actually started looking at people. real inspiration. i can write. i feel sparkles flowing through my veins at the speed of light. or the speed of sound, maybe the speed of heroin.
Then we ate fries. yummy. then we walked back and i had to give brandon a big hug for being the funniest guy to talk to at night. he should get an award. And for his hair. i could play with his hair. it's also yummy like french fries.
ddrdave14: that's so hott
ThouGivestFevah: not like you, but like brandon. i'm obsessed with your roomate. and i shall stalk him.
ThouGivestFevah: so if you see me aroudn your house late at night
ThouGivestFevah: don't worry...
ThouGivestFevah: i'm not looking for you
LOL.
Then we listened to David Sedaris, he is hilarious. www.npr.org search for David Sedaris. listen to Santaland Diaries, about a disgruntled elf. it was quite good shit.
I type like i play the piano. not to say that i play the piano well. imean i just type strangly. its fun.
Then we watched Will and Grace. no, before that, we tried to make a messenger bag for dave with greek letters. it didn't work so well, but in the end, he gets what he wants. except that it's yellow! yuck!
Anyway, i got my tank top back and that's what matters. I can now be a whore again. I really do like Glory of the 80s and Raspberry Swirl.
I want another day...another life...another infinity to spend with you.
I should write songs.
I really like you.