there is someone i would really like to tell stories to right now
but i can't said person. so i'll tell you, group of probably nobodies and possibly someones.

( how and why and what and everything about my parents' divorce but from my perspective only i guess. )

i'm crazy and i talk a lot, but at least i'm interesting, right? and at times i say things of value ( Read more... )

spacemen deep sea divers motorcycles antique cars those russian bomber hats welding goggles army helmets combat boots [esp when worn with an effeminate ensemble] landline phones mohawks band t-shirts worn thin tights with holes cut in them layered clothing daffodils and black eyed susans raw green beans feedback and music played in reverse curly ( Read more... )

ghost world: story of my life.

too perfect.

ETA: TANK GIRL. why had i never seen this movie before now? oh my god. it is my life. except that it takes place in 2033. yeah.

i'm sick of sitting around doing nothing.

two updates in one day, who cares, i just had an epiphany

i'm cool

i'm cool because i no longer care what people think. at all. not one single person.

when did that happen and will it continue to be that way?

good to be home, but a little sad too. yeah ( Read more... )

and right now i am positively absolutely 100% sure i can never live outside of massachusetts ( Read more... )

Raven: HAVE FUN IN FLORIDA.
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i'll see you in two weeks.

yesterday, I went to Thayer St with Genesis. In Berks, a shoe store, the clerks were talking about old school music vs. new stuff. one said, who buys CDs anymore?
uh, me?

( cds I own )