cheer up
dreary dooley
see that
the sun is shining
make friends
with the birdies
that flap
and chirp about

perk up
droopy dooley
there is
a breeze a blowin
there is
a reason to feel
everything
is alright

I want to live in a circular glass room, never quite having a corner to hide in, even when i pulled my knees to my chest, i'd still have to look at the world around me, seeing that things not so sad do in fact exist ( Read more... )

listening to kimya dawson makes me want to learn to play guitar
and to write songs
and to be a girl
and sing
and sleep with weird boys
and maybe wear a bunny suit
and rhyme more often
and drink more often
and regret all my drinking
and feel a bit more proud of myself
and realize nobody should be proud of anything

but really, i don't want a bunny

oh oh and i just won't have a future anymore.
( boring survey stolen from joshua )

nothing ever makes sense ( Read more... )

i just spent an hour recording poems and sending them across the intertubes to a poet in hawaii, who recorded versions of my poems and sent them back, then i did some of hers, oh man ( Read more... )

The earliest written reference to the Screwdriver is from the October 24, 1949 issue of Time:

"In the dimly lighted bar of the sleek Park Hotel, Turkish intelligence agents mingle with American engineers and Balkan refugees, drinking the latest Yankee concoction of vodka and orange juice, called a 'screwdriver.'"

seriously though. wikipedia is the ( Read more... )

it sits off in the periphery ( Read more... )

did i just spend an hour trying to create a soundtrack to a one night stand?

maybe.

will it be the best cd at the tuesday night music club?

clearly not.

but i try so hard!

you wore my hoodie, and now it smells like you (but i never thought you smell like vanilla?)

crazy times.

Really long lists of things because ( Read more... )