my head, my heart, you tore them apart...
so i got my jeans on friday, i like them, but i don't LOVE them, they're just not that great that you just fall in love with them.
they are suitable, and that suits me fine.
i have over $100 late fee's at my local blockbuster, i have a phobia about returning things on time.
i made-up an awesome cheese platter for mothers day dinner at my folks.
havarti, brie, vintage cheddar, smoked cheddar, cracked pepper pate, some other pate, cheese + herb wheel, cashews, dried apricots, grapes, water crackers and ritz. (came to about $45).
now i've like, over-dosed on cheese and i'm dreaming about wallace and gromit.
i watched the manson family (dvd), couldn't enjoy their hippy-free-love theory what-so-ever due to knowledge of brutal slayings.
rainbow bridge was easier on the head, in a sense.
i want to know why lsd went SO out of fashion...?
i mean, sure, i have theories but i want THE TRUTH!!!