yo. i am a freakin chef. come to my house and i will make you something. it will probably consist of cheese or chocolate. i am back at the cinemas. today was interesting. not particularly good or bad. just... really ridiculous. i forgot how many bazzare occurances could take place at one time in one place. i love jalapenos. i also think i am ( Read more... )

it is not rude. it is purly mechanical. this connection has been belabored to the point where emotion can hold on no longer.

i hate school.

but i do love a motley of other things such as:

mustard
red lipstick and
cleaning my ears with Q-tips.

dear brian price:

you are absolutely amazing.


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Now that im quitting i like my job oh so much more. How twisted. Although perahps, if i had not put in my two weeks i never would have been able to reach this state. Maybe it is just a result of a lack in care ( Read more... )

talk less. be happier.

Kristi Perikli where are you ... this is my ode to you ( Read more... )

why is everyone such a freak ( Read more... )

I am a potatoe. stress is the peeler that will not stop. traslucent and torn, I will soon be unrecognizable.

so my mom is doing hands across the border for adults.  its awesome because neither one understands anything the other is saying.  they attempt to communicate but it ends up being about two compeltely different subjects.  Nods of acknowledgement (not those with understanding), accompanied by nervous laughter (in embarrassment of their own ignorance ( Read more... )