Popsicle Sticks...
I look forward to the jokes...
I don't even LIKE popsicles...
I'm at work for 2 more hours... this makes me nervous...
WHY? Well, this is the only place I have access to a fax machine... and my Father has yet to fax all the shizznit I need... Bawdons...
Alex is recording with his band in this studio in Brooklyn today... he gave me his key so I could get into his apartment... but I have to text his roommate, Mike, first because the odds are great that he'll be naked...
I can't sleep at my sublet, because the girl who shares the room came back on her student visa and continues to ruin my life... I've only met 2 dutch girls so far, and I rather dislike both of them... I don't generalize "a people", unless it's to provoke laughter, so I hope I meet some rad people from Holland in the near future so I don't start hating them...
ugh... she is like... she's like the most invasive, big-headed, THICK-headed, rude chick I've ever happened upon... and I DID go to Lincoln... so, she's pretty fucking bad...
I hope she doesn't have a MySpace... I wouldn't want her to cry... unless her wooden clogs are water-proof...
AH! Dad just sent the fax... sweet...
I'll keep an apartment update... I better get this fucking place...
I don't even LIKE popsicles...
I'm at work for 2 more hours... this makes me nervous...
WHY? Well, this is the only place I have access to a fax machine... and my Father has yet to fax all the shizznit I need... Bawdons...
Alex is recording with his band in this studio in Brooklyn today... he gave me his key so I could get into his apartment... but I have to text his roommate, Mike, first because the odds are great that he'll be naked...
I can't sleep at my sublet, because the girl who shares the room came back on her student visa and continues to ruin my life... I've only met 2 dutch girls so far, and I rather dislike both of them... I don't generalize "a people", unless it's to provoke laughter, so I hope I meet some rad people from Holland in the near future so I don't start hating them...
ugh... she is like... she's like the most invasive, big-headed, THICK-headed, rude chick I've ever happened upon... and I DID go to Lincoln... so, she's pretty fucking bad...
I hope she doesn't have a MySpace... I wouldn't want her to cry... unless her wooden clogs are water-proof...
AH! Dad just sent the fax... sweet...
I'll keep an apartment update... I better get this fucking place...