Tonight whilst texting, in error, I sent someone "sweet creams" instead of "sweet dreams".

Let's change the way we say goodnight.

*Stumbles from the back of his own journal*

If I EVER end up meeting myself from the past, roughly when I was 17, I'm kicking my own ass.

If it weren't for all the cute in the world I wouldn't find so many ladies attractive. I blame them. Not a spiteful blame, neither. Just a really passive one.

Stubbs the Zombie, being a video game, has the single greatest longing for love soundtrack. God damn. So much better through car stereo.

Control yourself whilst on the booze. I'm guilty of not doing it, and so is everyone else I know. It's a shame when people our age go way outside of their sober comfort level just to flex their nuts for a minute, only to regret the fuck out of it in the morning ( Read more... )

I need to get away.

Unimportant. Worthless. Lazy.

I suck.

And here I am. On the cusp of another summer ( Read more... )

My life has been so boring lately.

I walked from 72nd and Greenfield to my house (56th and Lincoln) tonight in the pouring rain because I misinterpreted a text. I really shouldn't be allowed a phone.

This you should listen to that I have been:

The Beatles - "Revolver

The Decemberists - "Hazards of Love"

Gogol Bordello - "Super Taranta!"