less than a week till ghost tours, garage sales, wax museums, and burlesque shows.

yeah yeah, be jealous.

god damnit i miss lauren.
and jess.
and sarah.
and erin.
and john.
and marie.
and nick.
and michael.
and elizabeth.
and vinka.

fuck the miles.
come back to me.

i swear i just heard the construction worker at my neighbor's house singing bright eyes.

maybe i should start sleeping at night.

EDIT:
p.s. have you noticed that bury your dead's "mosh n' roll"'s lyrics (i.e. "bury your fucking dead")sounds a whole lot like "butter your fucking bread"?

nah, sleep is overrated.

i want a co-pilot.

one day i hope to learn how to play musical chairs.

i'm probably never going to get married.
but if i do, my wedding song will either be "lovesong" by the cure or "into my arms" by nick cave.

i decide these things when i'm bored.

so i accidentally hit a whoe bunch of the numbers on my cell phone and the screen froze and (get this!) it had a motorola logo and underneath it said "OBEY MOTO".

i'm scared :/

i will kick all of your asses at photohunt.
i played it sober for the first time the other night and realized i'm even better at it sober than drunk.
go figure.

today is going to be a very good day.

i wish i could still write sappy journal entries about some boy i fell in love with, or even some boy that broke my heart.
i miss those days.

someone teach me how to feel again.