partay tonite.
random-ass really drunk people.
jer's last nite, basically.
we wandered the neighborhood stealing
street signs and others of the sort.
we summoned old neighborhood friends.
nostalgia.
aqua team. hot tub. shots.
ah. the last nights of rockland-age.

my el jay is a festering bucket of waste lately.
i hardly post. and when i do its never anything interesting.
although, it never was anything interesting ( Read more... )

it is quite a possibility
that i am obsessed
with the postal service.

Michael
You're the boy with all the leather hips
Sticky hair, sticky hips
Stubble on my sticky lips
.franz ferdinand

irony?
i think not.

answering machine: Hello this call is for Andrea. Hello Andrea my name is Paul Levine, I'm the director of undergraduate admissions here at Binghamton University. This call is, essentially, to see if you would like to become part of our class of 2008 in the fall, rather than the spring because a spot has opened up and we're excited to offer it to ( Read more... )

such is the calamity of ap week.
this weekend = lbi... & cheeeggg.
michael and i shall leave early from school
for this event... rock solid.

i need the smell of summer
i need its noises in my ear

werd to your mother.

new ritz chips are so crunchy
i can almost not hear my parents fighting
while i chomp.
score.

dentist appointment in a few minutes ( Read more... )

madly in love with the way he does it.
hips move like an earthquake.
downed powerlines.
& grind.
he is my personal explosion.

weekend=
overnite then party
at the toohey residence
tomarrow nite.