and i still don't have anything to say.

tenth. row. tool. tickets.

come bring me some sprite. and some acid. now go.

fuckin...i suck at the phone. sorry. and i think ill smoke one for 420's sake. yeah. here's to you.

so much to say, that nothing comes out. so ill say just this.

fuck.

i'll go public. i broke up with amy a while ago. didnt wanna bring it up cuz... well fuck off i didnt. but yeah. we've agreed to stay friends and keep an open mind about everything. so. now you know. im basically cool. (it WAS my idea...)
and i lost my train of thought.

nah nah nah nah. drums. man i like reggae. i wish i could understand more of it.

such a small city. ive been ok. all things considered. so i wonder why i do this still sometimes. i just dont have much to say lately.

just hey.

my fingers are just cold. holla.