I can't control myself sometimes
Last weekend was interesting, though it didn't really turn out how I expected at all. I ended up hanging out with Sckittone's crew Friday night. Everyone always said it was an acquired taste but I didn't believe them, and then it just started tasting okay. Had a deep conversation with Moss. Saturday I took Danielle and Cassie to the Galleria, which was a success. I found a hot shirt that actually fits me. I'm going to wear it all the time now because I'm lame. We fled the PANTS store because the PANTS cost too much..I still need PANTS. Going to the cutting store went pretty well, at least I think so..the rain killed my hair today. I was hoping you would see it before that. Silly me. Anyways, that Aronofsky girl introduced me to the hookah bar afterwards and we hung out with Tera, Derrick, random folks and later on, even Finchum when we not-so-surprisingly encountered her when making an appearance outside Rocky. It went better than I might have expected, although not the most thrilling night. Maybe I was just too tired. Anyway, we all escaped IHOP when the crackheads showed up.
MARS VOLTA TOMMOROW NIGHT.
I'm excited.
happytragiclife: i'm so nipping your tuck
I've been writing a lot lately..
before the night that I read your body like braille, kissing had become a slow sad dance of frictional coefficients and relative warmth. but you know, love is like a fresh can of paint, it can change the color of almost anything. you're one of the few that could make me forget.
MARS VOLTA TOMMOROW NIGHT.
I'm excited.
happytragiclife: i'm so nipping your tuck
I've been writing a lot lately..
before the night that I read your body like braille, kissing had become a slow sad dance of frictional coefficients and relative warmth. but you know, love is like a fresh can of paint, it can change the color of almost anything. you're one of the few that could make me forget.