rain makes me want to kill people
today is a weird day. nothing weird has happened. it's just got a weird air to it, like something is going to happen. it makes me feel malicious and evil, and i love it. on top of that, i'm carrying around a skull in a cardboard box. this skull could very well be the skull of bambi. i have an unusual tendency to absentmindedly stroke it. i love the fragility of it in my hands.
someone just shoot me already.
saw the roots monday night. a riot nearly broke out. it was awesome. and adam bought be a rose from some guy off the street. i don't know which is better, the fact that he tried to be all sly about it and surprise me even though we both had just talked to the guy five minutes before that, or the fact that he actually bought me it.
i want to go to europe again. i wonder if i can convince my teacher to give me credit for 3 months in Europe...
someone just shoot me already.
saw the roots monday night. a riot nearly broke out. it was awesome. and adam bought be a rose from some guy off the street. i don't know which is better, the fact that he tried to be all sly about it and surprise me even though we both had just talked to the guy five minutes before that, or the fact that he actually bought me it.
i want to go to europe again. i wonder if i can convince my teacher to give me credit for 3 months in Europe...