Sep 10, 2005 02:13
twelve messages. not for me. blinking. blinking forever. tommorw should be sweet and sweaty.
im on the prowl for a pet, potentially feline.
twenty second birthday soon. i called my mom the other day and mentioned how old i felt. "im gonna be twenty three ma..crazy". she probably thinks i smoke crack. but i was convinced i was turning twenty three. but her math is legit. so twenty two it is. funny.
i need some coverings for my new walls. something stimulating.
i feel guilty when i stop petting my old dog. he stands there, swaying on his two good legs, just asking for me to scratch his face.
if i had a furry face, id want someone to scratch the hell out of it.
four tet september fifteenth! rock my fucking face off. mono is coming too. do i want to see them too?
nite nite termite.