catching snow flakes on my tongue.
i think i was made to live alone. i feel so good by myself a lot of the time. i get creative and inspired. tonight was ok. i got home and started making aaron a tape. it's hard cos he has EVERYTHING but i made a pretty good first half to it. he'll like it. then i went online and as usual, i brought out the emo kid in the 3 mostly not-emo people i spoke to. cooked some pasta, then spoke to hypodanni for a bit.
it's windy. i love it when it's windy and i went out and just wrote some more shit on walls, it's fun. then i just sat on the wall and did shit all and enjoyed it. i was thinking about some rad nights i've had and how most all of them didn't involve shit pubs and gigs and clubs and parties and big gatherings of nerds acting like dicks. yet i do that most weeks.
i was thinking about when we walked across the bridge from milsons and also just talking on the phone playing ultimatum and even hanging out last week at yours. it was all so rad. and it made me all emo to think about.
actually, thats a lie. i'm always emo.
it's windy. i love it when it's windy and i went out and just wrote some more shit on walls, it's fun. then i just sat on the wall and did shit all and enjoyed it. i was thinking about some rad nights i've had and how most all of them didn't involve shit pubs and gigs and clubs and parties and big gatherings of nerds acting like dicks. yet i do that most weeks.
i was thinking about when we walked across the bridge from milsons and also just talking on the phone playing ultimatum and even hanging out last week at yours. it was all so rad. and it made me all emo to think about.
actually, thats a lie. i'm always emo.