i moved out of my parents house. and so we're getting my life back together...

move out...check.

and now, highlights of the hour

"i would have given myself a columbian necktie with my own fucking....broomstraws, man!"

"sorry...i didn't mean to fall asleep in your breakfast"

...so, like...whatever.

step in my transporta, so i can teleport ya
all over my heavenly body

Like angel hair and teeth, we light on such conducive feet. we take our steps back in the beach on our Elysian engineer and in such a departing perfidy, we elute our own victims. "...and unto you, i bequeath free will on this beach and within this earthly solstice. so long as you take me as the sun on your back and the harbor of your perceptive ( Read more... )

two weeks of the heavy shoulder on slower and slower days. FUCK you. you called me out of the fucking game and you threw in my god damn towel. well dont wait up you fuck because i'll slug my roundly over-ruled elbows until i have it all...even you. you cant call me out. people get stabbed, people drop out, and people get married and we take our ( Read more... )

they're getting married...un-fucking-believable

happy birthday, nathan

Elliott Smith
1969-2003

you served your purpose, livejournal. now we'll never ever have to see each other again.

i guess it doesn't get any better than this...

haha

i know no matter what the waitress brings, i shall drink in and always be full

coming home for the weekend...come see my last local show with abandon all hope sat. the 27th at the attic. DO IT!

i want to go home.