We’re all such weirdos and say shit like “omfg la;sfklsdjf;l Conor you’re so sexy have my babies unfunfunfunfun you beautiful perfect man let me love you omg sldfs;d;sl dying.” I mean, we all know it’s just because saying that is a lot easier than typing a 40 page essay about the impact his music has had on our lives, but if he saw that I’m sure he ( Read more... )

Randoms:

It's snowing.

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The bruise on my leg from where Conor Oberst kicked me getting off the stage has faded to nothing-ness.

Just boring old skin.

I am incredibly sad about this. 

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 This blog has really only turned out to be a blog equally dedicated to my sexual frustration over this:

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(Continued lyrics: And my pussy is a tractor, and this is a tractor pull. - Ani. D.)
(Kind of fucking fitting, really)

I am an addict.

A fucking crazy fan-girl-addict who is in dire, dire need of rehab.
Or brainwashing.

I saw Bright Eyes: Twice.

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