dear chicago
1. it's cold.
2. my nose is still sore.
3. my pancreas or liver or gall bladder hurts.
4. my throat hurts, but not like a sore throat hurt, but more like the muscles in my neck.
5. hopefully the sky bar cover is $10, so i have an excuse not to go. i said i'd go when i was told it was $5, not thinking that anything else would be said about it. a normal person would just say, "hey, i don't really feel like going," but i'm such a push-over. now i just wanna watch movies and drink beer and make out with sanchez.
6. smith: +5/5; verlie 4/5. not even a "+4/5." the girl's slipping. hit me up on tuesdays or fridays if you need some help writing papers. i don't talk to people who get 4/5s. i'm even hesitant to talk to "+4/5"-ers.
7. i dreamt some chick that looked like a bernstein bear was trying to spoon with me while kris and stevie sat around wondering what the hell was happening. i'm scared to go to sleep again; afraid that my bernstein bear girlfriend will come visit me again.
8. i smelled like feet yesterday before i got in the shower. sorry to anyone who might've come into contact with me. seriously.
9. ryan adams is still amazing.
10. for the most part, i've been in a better mood lately.
11. i need to do laundry.
12. i have like $25 left on my flex funds.
13. Dear Chicago,
You'll never guess
You know the girl you said I'd meet someday?
Well I got something to confess...
She picked me up on Friday,
Asked me if she reminded me of you?
I just laughed and lit a cigarette,
Said "That's impossible to do."
Life's gotten simple since
and it fluctuates so much,
Happy and sad and back again
I'm not crying now too much.
I think about you all the time,
It's strange and hard to deal
I think about you lying there,
and those blanket's lie so still.
Nothing breathes here in the cold,
Nothing moves or even smiles,
I've been thinking some of suicide,
but there's bars out here for miles.
Sorry about the every kiss;
Every kiss you wasted bad.
I think the thing you said was true
I'm gonna die alone and sad.
14. 13 proves 9.
2. my nose is still sore.
3. my pancreas or liver or gall bladder hurts.
4. my throat hurts, but not like a sore throat hurt, but more like the muscles in my neck.
5. hopefully the sky bar cover is $10, so i have an excuse not to go. i said i'd go when i was told it was $5, not thinking that anything else would be said about it. a normal person would just say, "hey, i don't really feel like going," but i'm such a push-over. now i just wanna watch movies and drink beer and make out with sanchez.
6. smith: +5/5; verlie 4/5. not even a "+4/5." the girl's slipping. hit me up on tuesdays or fridays if you need some help writing papers. i don't talk to people who get 4/5s. i'm even hesitant to talk to "+4/5"-ers.
7. i dreamt some chick that looked like a bernstein bear was trying to spoon with me while kris and stevie sat around wondering what the hell was happening. i'm scared to go to sleep again; afraid that my bernstein bear girlfriend will come visit me again.
8. i smelled like feet yesterday before i got in the shower. sorry to anyone who might've come into contact with me. seriously.
9. ryan adams is still amazing.
10. for the most part, i've been in a better mood lately.
11. i need to do laundry.
12. i have like $25 left on my flex funds.
13. Dear Chicago,
You'll never guess
You know the girl you said I'd meet someday?
Well I got something to confess...
She picked me up on Friday,
Asked me if she reminded me of you?
I just laughed and lit a cigarette,
Said "That's impossible to do."
Life's gotten simple since
and it fluctuates so much,
Happy and sad and back again
I'm not crying now too much.
I think about you all the time,
It's strange and hard to deal
I think about you lying there,
and those blanket's lie so still.
Nothing breathes here in the cold,
Nothing moves or even smiles,
I've been thinking some of suicide,
but there's bars out here for miles.
Sorry about the every kiss;
Every kiss you wasted bad.
I think the thing you said was true
I'm gonna die alone and sad.
14. 13 proves 9.