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Okay, so somebody's clingy. I thought you stopped missing people after a day when you were like 17. Hm. Just goes to show I shouldn't think because I'm normally wrong when I do.
Today's seemed really long and boring to me, but thanks to LA's wide array of quality establishments, the night doesn't have to match it.
ERF. My song is really stumping me lately, though I believe I know what I need to fix that. Mm... I really don't know what I'm saying. I'm bored and in one of those stupid, groundless, melancholy moods that sprout out of waking up in the wrong position or god knows what.
And so I depart! To go snap myself the fuck out of this. It's really annoying. I should go look at a random picture of Byrnesie. Can't help but laugh at him, after all. ;)
EDIT:
Wait! So here's how this goes: I was in a crappy mood earlier today while I was writing this - apparently too crappy to even bother finishing. But seriously. BOBBY KIELTY IS MY HERO FOREVER and I'm a happy motherfucker now. Except that I just ran into a wall and there's a bug in my coffee.
Oh, and for the record, laughing at Eric really does work for curing a case of the Mondays. Or. Tuesdays. ...Whatever.