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hey maggie!
hope you are well... my friend helen, had that job until a few weeks ago... i don't think she found it as funny. though that cock or two shit is brilliant...
i plan on attending some of your so-called "coffehouse shows" (the quotes are an indication of the bittersweet taste that the uc leaves on my tongue...but not really. at all. i am quite happy being employed in a non-music related occupation... sob. no, seriously. this is far too long a rant to appear between parentheses, hey?) what with my new job though, i have busy spilling out of my shoes every night when i take them off of my weary feet...
i think he has a girlfriend. booooooo. i am crying. so hot so hot so hot so hot! i will tell you more tomorrow. now i know why they call them "crushes" :/ tears. lots of them. salt, too. next time i'm cutting my wrist... love, the lovely lindsey that no none will love.
well, so long as you only cut one of your wrists and leave the other intact. that way you will only half bleed to death. and then i will feed your good half soup and read peter pan to it until it is sufficiently resuscitated and can be once again called a whole.
maggie, i am still scentless. or at least new scentless, though this lack of clean clothes is doing something to the overall "character." i am supposed to be reading nietzsche right now. instead, i am drunk and returning. i am glad you like your job... i feel like this should be an email... um, okay: "shout out to my peeps*" alright. weren't we gonna try and hang out or something? huh. so much por flans, or for plans, or poor plans. is flans a french word? isn't life a french word? sometimes i feel like it. alright, back to what i have self-dubbed the geofmo (pronounced, gee-off-mo. acronym for the "genealogies of morals").
love comma mattmattmatt
*ie, all those acquaintences who come here whom i am stuck acquaintencing and not befriending. i's are a's or e's. but a's are not e's.
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hey maggie!
hope you are well... my friend helen, had that job until a few weeks ago... i don't think she found it as funny. though that cock or two shit is brilliant...
matt.
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i plan on attending some of your so-called "coffehouse shows" (the quotes are an indication of the bittersweet taste that the uc leaves on my tongue...but not really. at all. i am quite happy being employed in a non-music related occupation... sob. no, seriously. this is far too long a rant to appear between parentheses, hey?) what with my new job though, i have busy spilling out of my shoes every night when i take them off of my weary feet...
but i will attend. just you wait. i will attend.
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i am crying.
so hot so hot so hot so hot!
i will tell you more tomorrow.
now i know why they call them "crushes" :/
tears. lots of them. salt, too. next time i'm cutting my wrist...
love, the lovely lindsey that no none will love.
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i am still scentless. or at least new scentless, though this lack of clean clothes is doing something to the overall "character." i am supposed to be reading nietzsche right now. instead, i am drunk and returning. i am glad you like your job... i feel like this should be an email... um, okay: "shout out to my peeps*" alright. weren't we gonna try and hang out or something? huh. so much por flans, or for plans, or poor plans. is flans a french word? isn't life a french word? sometimes i feel like it. alright, back to what i have self-dubbed the geofmo (pronounced, gee-off-mo. acronym for the "genealogies of morals").
love comma
mattmattmatt
*ie, all those acquaintences who come here whom i am stuck acquaintencing and not befriending. i's are a's or e's. but a's are not e's.
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