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okay. so i'm not doing a whole runthrough of my day, because that's just fucking retarded and i absolutely hate it when people do that. yes, that's right, i don't give a shit about your [school] day. especially if i wasn't a major factor in it. sorry, but it's the truth. [it's also why a lot of you got cut off my friends list, what a horrible price to pay for not being interesting.]
so some major highlights. it's completely gorgeous outside. actually, i think i'll go outside when i'm done with this addiction. what else...hmm...brian is extra-perverted. four random people told me they read this. [super duper random. i would have never expected it.] took brody to the vet, she flipped out. went to the beach. home. convinced mum to make me a quesidilla because i'm porking up [no more bread. or meat. yeahhh tortilla.] and too tired from surfing. snapple apple owns you. so do i. that was my day consolidated into one paragraph. do you love it? of course you do.
LISTEN TO THE BEACH BOYS. NOT BRAND NEW.
kristine, mike, and i are going to be attempting to play that stupid s.a.d.d. [get] god knows what of a show. should be fun. haha, and horribly cheesy. but that's what we're [up] made to do. while i'm in a music paragraph, i'd like to state that "the record" will be debuting in around [and] october. demos maybe in...july. ish. this is very raw at the moment. [go] especially because guitars hate me. you know what, maybe i'll write an album that only [outside!] consists of chords being played on bass. it will be revolutionary. i'll call it cheese sandwich. they'll play it in lounges. the lounge people will love it. three cheers for rambling.
i don't know [it] what i'm listening to, but i don't like it. ::click:: ahh. nice.
finally [can] talked to mr. mike ragosta for the first time in a while. what a doll, i miss him. and mr. rosie. and mr. patent pending in general. they [help] have a show soon, no? comment if [your] you know any details.
so now, if you care, i'm sitting in a bean bag chair, naked, eating cheetos, [mind] and listening to the verve. actually, i am doing that, but minus the naked bean [too!] bag chair part. talking to 'totally tobes' from arkansas. [ark. ann. saw. did ann see the ark? didn't think so.] forgot where i was going with this entry, goodnight!
listen to hot hot heat! oh yeah, and this wasn't laced with subliminal messages and propaganda at all. just so you know.
so some major highlights. it's completely gorgeous outside. actually, i think i'll go outside when i'm done with this addiction. what else...hmm...brian is extra-perverted. four random people told me they read this. [super duper random. i would have never expected it.] took brody to the vet, she flipped out. went to the beach. home. convinced mum to make me a quesidilla because i'm porking up [no more bread. or meat. yeahhh tortilla.] and too tired from surfing. snapple apple owns you. so do i. that was my day consolidated into one paragraph. do you love it? of course you do.
LISTEN TO THE BEACH BOYS. NOT BRAND NEW.
kristine, mike, and i are going to be attempting to play that stupid s.a.d.d. [get] god knows what of a show. should be fun. haha, and horribly cheesy. but that's what we're [up] made to do. while i'm in a music paragraph, i'd like to state that "the record" will be debuting in around [and] october. demos maybe in...july. ish. this is very raw at the moment. [go] especially because guitars hate me. you know what, maybe i'll write an album that only [outside!] consists of chords being played on bass. it will be revolutionary. i'll call it cheese sandwich. they'll play it in lounges. the lounge people will love it. three cheers for rambling.
i don't know [it] what i'm listening to, but i don't like it. ::click:: ahh. nice.
finally [can] talked to mr. mike ragosta for the first time in a while. what a doll, i miss him. and mr. rosie. and mr. patent pending in general. they [help] have a show soon, no? comment if [your] you know any details.
so now, if you care, i'm sitting in a bean bag chair, naked, eating cheetos, [mind] and listening to the verve. actually, i am doing that, but minus the naked bean [too!] bag chair part. talking to 'totally tobes' from arkansas. [ark. ann. saw. did ann see the ark? didn't think so.] forgot where i was going with this entry, goodnight!
listen to hot hot heat! oh yeah, and this wasn't laced with subliminal messages and propaganda at all. just so you know.