I'm in Ellensburg for a week starting tomorrow...

Shit.

Call me on my cell if you'd like to talk to me (wink wink, nudge nudge): 590-6299

Slippers. Hellz Yeah.

-Unbearable ( Read more... )

I have decided that I dislike recording very, very much.

Other things I dislike: SAT'S, Cars, Crazy ass girls, and being told I need to sing at a concert in 24hrs in advance.
Not my idea of fun.

Anyone want to drive with me to Ellensburg tomorrow? Please?

Does anyone else find themselves wondering where all the magic has gone?
How does something so intrinsic disappear so completely?
More importantly, why do I spend hours a day thinking about this?

I'm tired. Bloody fucking tired.

Fuck.
The bloody cunt used me, manipulated me, and tried to set me up.
There is nothing I hate more than being set up.
And I'll have none of it.

Close the book on this farce of a friendship?
I think so.

End this infatuation?
Easier said then done.

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List ten things you want to say to 10 people ( Read more... )

Piano lessons starting next Wednesday.

Hellz Yeah.