sad proceedings you endorse
proposition: i buy you dinner and/or drinks. you let me come over one evening and do laundry at your place. not in your building. in your apt. think anyone will take me up on it?
because of such i am wearing boxers. they make me look fatter than i normally am. i think i will be buying a week's worth of underwear soon because no one will be taking me up on the aforementioned offer.
for some reason iTunes shuffle always wants to start out with amy correia's "angels collide." it's been played 14 times. the rest of the album...3 times.
anybody wanna give me an excuse to go to glendale this weekend to do more than just pick up my tennis racket from the stringer?
building tumbling down
i tell myself im going to go on a diet and work out and i proceed to buy way too much diet soda and dinner in a bag/box. then come home and sit and watch tv or talk on the internet and remain pretty immobile for the night.
i hate that when i (start to) get a zit, i can't put much medicine/reliever on it because, no matter where it is on my face, it dries out my eyelids really badly :(
i think my eyes are the prettiest when i'm in the shower for whatever reason looking into the little mirror i use when i shave. maybe it's all the taupe?
boys in their dresses and you're not here
i've got my top albums of 2005 that i'll be posting soon. as soon as i feel like finishing up the html code for it.
everytime i get a letter from blue cross, i think it's them wanting their money back from my car accident.
much existential crisis lately. i need to call lily tomlin and dustin hoffman. they'd know what to do. and if they fail me, isabelle huppert.
my loneliness hides behind idle flirtation.
you stare in the mirror at the lines in your face
i need to turn in the rebate for my smallville dvds. i could have $50 coming my way. but i'm lazy. or just not as poor as i used to be.
i think i might get an ipod this weekend. or next week before i leave town for baltimore.
this is the last dance this is the last chance for hearts of stone
i'm tired. and never get enough sleep.
i will pun my way into your heart.
sometimes i think all i need is a boy with a hot, tan, cut body. that's all.
have you got what it takes to carry it off?
because of such i am wearing boxers. they make me look fatter than i normally am. i think i will be buying a week's worth of underwear soon because no one will be taking me up on the aforementioned offer.
for some reason iTunes shuffle always wants to start out with amy correia's "angels collide." it's been played 14 times. the rest of the album...3 times.
anybody wanna give me an excuse to go to glendale this weekend to do more than just pick up my tennis racket from the stringer?
building tumbling down
i tell myself im going to go on a diet and work out and i proceed to buy way too much diet soda and dinner in a bag/box. then come home and sit and watch tv or talk on the internet and remain pretty immobile for the night.
i hate that when i (start to) get a zit, i can't put much medicine/reliever on it because, no matter where it is on my face, it dries out my eyelids really badly :(
i think my eyes are the prettiest when i'm in the shower for whatever reason looking into the little mirror i use when i shave. maybe it's all the taupe?
boys in their dresses and you're not here
i've got my top albums of 2005 that i'll be posting soon. as soon as i feel like finishing up the html code for it.
everytime i get a letter from blue cross, i think it's them wanting their money back from my car accident.
much existential crisis lately. i need to call lily tomlin and dustin hoffman. they'd know what to do. and if they fail me, isabelle huppert.
my loneliness hides behind idle flirtation.
you stare in the mirror at the lines in your face
i need to turn in the rebate for my smallville dvds. i could have $50 coming my way. but i'm lazy. or just not as poor as i used to be.
i think i might get an ipod this weekend. or next week before i leave town for baltimore.
this is the last dance this is the last chance for hearts of stone
i'm tired. and never get enough sleep.
i will pun my way into your heart.
sometimes i think all i need is a boy with a hot, tan, cut body. that's all.
have you got what it takes to carry it off?