i am.
i love onion rings.
did you know that i dislocated and snapped my left shoulder in a horseback riding accident when i was 12? well, i did.
i'm such a hopeless romantic. emphasis on hopeless. the word should be disatisfied. unsatsfied. never satisfied? jaded??
stop being an english major.
i have a very close relationship with both my cell phone and my laptop. how will i survive without these all the time?
this terrifies me. i will manage. but currently can't imagine life without constant access. ahhh.
i'm sorta vulnerable right now. sad.
if i could be a superhero, i would make sure that i could fly and that i could detect everytime someone tells a lie.
oh and also that i'd have a sick body and could eat whatever i want and never go to the gym. sweet.
COLDPLAY concert in 2 night. it's going to be incredible. pretty much my favorite band, or close second. fun people. good times.
i doubt i could ever be disappointed at their concert. like, dya know how at dave concerts he doesn't always play the songs you'd like to hear aka new songs = suck.
and coldplay have only three cds, which are amazzzzing. and i know and love every single one of their songs. yes!! the more i type about this, the more amped it is getting me for it.
i am rambling right now. just can't sleep. suppose i shall try.
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In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly a hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When he doesn't respond,
I know he's used up all his words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
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did you know that i dislocated and snapped my left shoulder in a horseback riding accident when i was 12? well, i did.
i'm such a hopeless romantic. emphasis on hopeless. the word should be disatisfied. unsatsfied. never satisfied? jaded??
stop being an english major.
i have a very close relationship with both my cell phone and my laptop. how will i survive without these all the time?
this terrifies me. i will manage. but currently can't imagine life without constant access. ahhh.
i'm sorta vulnerable right now. sad.
if i could be a superhero, i would make sure that i could fly and that i could detect everytime someone tells a lie.
oh and also that i'd have a sick body and could eat whatever i want and never go to the gym. sweet.
COLDPLAY concert in 2 night. it's going to be incredible. pretty much my favorite band, or close second. fun people. good times.
i doubt i could ever be disappointed at their concert. like, dya know how at dave concerts he doesn't always play the songs you'd like to hear aka new songs = suck.
and coldplay have only three cds, which are amazzzzing. and i know and love every single one of their songs. yes!! the more i type about this, the more amped it is getting me for it.
i am rambling right now. just can't sleep. suppose i shall try.
---------------------------------------------------------
In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly a hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When he doesn't respond,
I know he's used up all his words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
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