Why The Hell It Means So Much To Me:

Dec 26, 2006 17:45

Something about my life force attracts negative shit around the holidays. I think I visualize it and therefore it becomes my reality. The boys I don't think will work with my insanity very well are the exact same ones who wriggle their way into my head and demand to stay there until I break down and want them back. Pretty boys with their pretty ( Read more... )

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psychocid December 30 2006, 23:46:15 UTC
Tunstall rocks pretty well, if I do say so myself.

Not like you, though, I can't seem to get you out of my head lately.

Missing you.

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smilingsky January 1 2007, 19:40:05 UTC
What the hootinany?!!? 12?! THAT'S FAR TOO MANY STRINGS!!!!!! (Do you wonder if you deserve / all those wonderful stri-iii-iiIIiIngs? stri-iii-iiIIiIngs?)

Sorry. Hi. I miss you like... umm... like Fallwell misses the point, Sadler.
Are you writing? I am. Mostly shit. But I'm writing.

And I'm in Boulder. Then Paris. Then Italy. Until May. But come May: I'll sing your Martin to sleep with sweet Italian nothings until it contracts a permanent romantic accent. So... be in New York, or be a big fat dork. Eh?

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