i'm believably happy.
things are fucked, but it's okay, and i don't really care otherwise.
please find me an apartment.

love ain't that hectic.

19 years down, a few more to go, and then we all bite the bullet. buy me some shit if you give half a rat's ass, i'm not picky. but i am extremely unhappy. also buy our goddamn cd. i want your money. let's hope this year marks the return of ebola, nucleur holocaust, or my unavoidable death by freak accidents. pray for my imminent murder!

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I NEED A FREAKING APARTMENT

johnny put his hand up to the lightbulb and pulled out three rubber bands, a nice old journal and a bucket of dried peach pits. i peeled the paper from the walls, hopping from one chair to another, wood grain seeping and bending and pulling from the waist. there were cluttered hands, a forest, i said. there was something beating like foreign drums ( Read more... )

i am currently grumpy, feeling pretty used, and generally unimpressed with people.

baghhhhhhhhhhhhdhAGHHHHDDHAJHJDAHHAHAHHHH

countdown resumed to dying cold and alone starts about now.

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that was silly.

top five sentiments of the year:

1. this is one big fucking white box.
2. can i get beer delivered?
3. eviction is k-e-w-l.
4. i never want anyone to even remotely spoon with me again,
if someone even touches me i'll probably be disgusted.
5. i need to be comforted, bigtime.

i am really just very very sad and tired.