coma comes
like bullets from a candy gun
deliver us into the sun
oh london, my love
she don't even ask what time it is anymore
dressed up like it's world war 24
and if we get too high
we'll burn this town
oh baby, bring me down
i'm all yours

i can't stop laughing. puppy bowl is amazing.

i wish they still played "burn" on the radio. thinking about that song coming on every time i got in the showa summa04 just gives me chills all ova. ursherrrrrrr

ps. i'm bipolar. IIIIII'MMM SOOOOOOOOOO MAAADDDDDDDDDDDD

i wonder if the people who live in my home on maple street will let me still come take naps in the sun on my front porch when summertime gets here. when's summertime getting here?

as soon as i can wear shorts, stay up all night and go swimmin' i'll be happy. i promise.

i'm learning not to put a name or title or reason to everything and to settle with the fact that some things i just won't understand. it's better.

i think i am going to die.

the level of jealousy in my body right now is enough to make me burst. i need to go to sleep or rip every brain cell from my skull. aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrggggghhhhhh

i want to watch the version of cinderella with brandy and whitney houston. i used to dance around the house singing that song "in my own little corner, in my own little chair, i can be whatever i want to be..." listening to that song is making my night.

i have had enough rain and cold.

it is always sad when weekends end.

if you are reading this then it is now your responsibility to make sure i never see a scary movie again. thank you.

just now i almost ordered a ton of clothes for spring and summer then remembered c'est janvier. dowwwwner.

oh and the clouds tuesday morning were the coolest i've ever seen, but i forgot to mention it.

OH and lindsey and i are going to be chillin' in paris summer 07. FUCK YEA