someone seriously pinch me, or slap me, or pour a bucket of ice water on me...
...i have to be dreaming.

oh boy.

oh boy, oh boy.

i am going to be literally...in heaven.

why do i have to make decisions ( Read more... )

p.s. i had a strange idea run through my head in the shower earlier:

why dont i use my college money to go to school in italy, look for an itialian girl to spend the rest of my life with, and travel the world with her. once we are about thiryish, have a kid or two and raise them in italy...

the funny part is, i'm going to look into that...

( afterthoughts )

( splintered mess )

( i know you, i hate you )

( someone new )

( setting the scene, knocking it over )

so i decided to immortalize it on live journal...

"your heart is a river that flows from your chest,
through every organ,
your brain is the dam,
and I am the fish who can't reach the cord."

last night was really interesting for me, but i'm not going to type why in here. so if you care enough to want to know details, ask me next time you see me.

apparently my nose got a pair of running shoes today,

it's been running non-stop.

which means some how i am sick?

that never happens...matt wysocki does not get sick.

ever.

strange.