elitist,
whatever.

I have a tumblr.
I'M SORRY.
I'm still going to use you sometimes, livejournal.
You're a different breed.

Here it is!

continentalbreakfasts.tumblr.com/

These things, these are good things: a big window, a big closet, a big kitchen sink.

I want to go to art school.

tonight I had the strangest urge to talk to someone on the telephone. I had nothing to say.

is this place a source for songs?

I preferred seeing the snowplow come around the corner than seeing the movie cut to a commercial.

Christmas again.
Sharing my bed again.
But there isn't that intangible sharing of electrons.

I'm still in love with you (on this harvest moon)

mouth on mouth was catalyst... activation in the abyss... abandon reason, break his jaw.

Fuck, sorry. I couldn't help it.