i don't know what i am ever talking about ( Read more... )

i get butterflies.
and it's your fault.

i don't want to write sad shit cause i think that's lame.
i don't want to write happy shit cause then i'd be lying.
i don't want to delete my journal cause i'll just un-delete it, and that's stupid.

so i think i will just sit here.
cool.

i saw someone you hate, someone you love.
and so maybe i wanted to say what i thought.
and maybe it wasn't what you wanted to hear.
but maybe, maybe even more than all of the other maybes, i just wanted someone to know something.

and maybe, no one caught on.

i'm going to lansing soon.
my dad broke his foot.
some kid threw up in isle 4.
i like grape flavored paper.

the end.

i developed 32 rolls of film today at work.
i like doing photo.
it makes me feel important. someone out there depends on my knowledge & smooth talent to develop their pictures with love. i like that.
i don't like howard stern, so i think i'll just call her a night.

'night.

i thought something was missing.
ohh, creatures of habit.

i fell out of love with the eighth world wonder.

walking backwards sucks cause then you have to walk forward all over again.

My 12 year old brother and I make hats out of tinfoil cause he insists that aliens are trying to take over our minds ( Read more... )