gah. this makes me too happy. reunite, reunite. september is tooo far away!

dont ask me why i did this. this is how bored i am on a friday night.

( but i laughed at the results )

nicole, thank you. june 2001. hair was shorter, and i have no idea what's going on in this picture. but this was good. 4am trips to walmart, and even though i bitched and moaned, it was fun.


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i moved. mike and i made three or four trips in the pouring rain yesterday afternoon and brought everything from the pink room to the new white room off of elmwood. im in love with the apartment already. i'm in love with being responsible, im in love with grocery shopping, i'm in love with buying us alcohol to enjoy while watching dvds on my dvd ( Read more... )

my autoresponse on aim right now says everything. i'm going to see les savy fav and the apes tonight, i'm excited but only as about excited as you can be for a mohawk show. not that the mohawk is a bad place. sometimes i wish i were in nyc or philly and had to worry about doing my hair or looking good for a show. im walking out the door in my old ( Read more... )

hah !!! i totally got "face sitting" on the "what sexual position are you" quiz. woo.

i just went and looked at this shithole of an apartment. id only need $500 to move in tommorow. i only have $200. he said i could pay in payments. it's off of oliver street in "downtown" north tonawanda. across from the catholic church. three fifty a month for two CLOSET sized bedrooms, a bathroom if my parents or his parents ever came to visit, ( Read more... )

i am drunk from four tall glassses of spumante. i am drunk and angry that the le tigre remix 12" is so badly done. i will shower so i smell good and act sober when he gets here. i will never drink with joanne's family again. i've never heard the word/ "you's" so many tiems in my lfe ( Read more... )

my fingers are swollen, my lip is swollen, and my hands are cut in every crease they've ever folded into. three hours spent in the warehouse with a small radio from the 1960's and a tape gun. placing literature inside the box, taping the box, weighing the box, shipping the box, making packing lists for the box. i tripped over the door while ( Read more... )

i dug up albums i hadn't listened to in years and actually didn't give you a second thought. when these songs would make diary entries that more emotional written in red pens while under the influence of some narcotic we all know now i was too young to be on, besides. well day one was written in red, the times i was in her shadow were written in ( Read more... )