Yeah. I think I'm stealing this idea from something Brandy did months ago, but the movie Matchstick Men worked me up so much that I feel obligated to go through this ( Read more... )

My forty-five caliber arms are open ( Read more... )

First note: I changed my journal layout again. The last one was a recycled one I used for a journal a while back. This one is completely new.

Second note: I fixed the last lyrics entry. Stupid fucking lj-cut fuck up thing, I dunno. But it's fixed now. Read them and love them.

I'm in a song lyric sort of mindset (surprise), so read these if you'd like to. Some of them are a little scary and violent by other people's standards, but I like my hardcore.

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( I was on a Paris train, I emerged in London rain and you were waiting there swimming through apologies. )

Just a friendly reminder, I'm Jordan fucking Cooper.

I don't really have too much to say. Weekend was crazy. Passed a kidney stone, got really drunk multiple times. Broke a promise I had to myself. All kinds of good fun in old A-town. Nothing really else to say.

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Dreams fail and wishes fade ( Read more... )

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[x] The Basics [x ( Read more... )