cigarrettes and retro nights are the worst thing for a boy. ten dollars a night to kill your body and kill your soul. however, last night was great. it began well, and ended well.
in a little while i'll be heading off with jess into boston. i'll be there the whole weekend. so if anyone in the area wants to see me, give me a call: 508 641 6702
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i should still be napping right now, but i have a class soon, and i'm not feeling that well either. i can probably throw the blame to res. there's the taste in my mouth like i've been eating a thousand onion rings, but i haven't had any onion rings today. geeze.
blah blah blah, blah. booga booga, kitty cat ran a hundred miles to eat pancakes. argy argy, geeeeeze. kif coff super aluminum. mean mean mealy feely fa'real real; underwater razor blades chopping up the arms of grapefruit. see sawdust in my soda can and i drank it all! kah kahhhh. i'm gonna go wash my windows with my eyeballs. wanna die?!
last in line of seven straight A's, if i danced in a mirror would i see your face. hold my breath and slow my pace, lose the viens, let my heart race. a memory whispers day after day, "grab her gun and run away."
today is quite a beautiful day. if the three hour structure drawing class i have coming up wasn't in existence, i think i would take the opportunity and go outside and build a snow fort
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