last night i ( Read more... )

dear: monoghans,
see yuh tonight, i miss you lots.
please don't let anything in you hurt me.
and please let there be karaokie tonight.
and thanks in advance
love: michelle.

dear: whitney's house,
i hate you
love: michelle's face.

dear oats-vaille:
i fucking love you like you wouldn't even know.
LOVE michelle.
ps - HAHAHAHHAHAAAA

dear: oats-vaille.
see you soon.
i miss you.
love: smells.

it's ten am and i'm fucking UP.
i'm fuckingup.

destroy the things that destroy you.

on that note, i'm off to brutally murder mornings and bomb the shit out of whoever stole my sunglasses. AGAIN. fuck.

I AM JOB.

so andrea and laurel made a shelf.

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dear friends:

please comment with your mailing adress so i can mail you all love letters.
i keep finding things i want to send to you.

mush love,
smells.

today, on the way home from value villiage, tori and i approach the Otrain stop to opera-like but almost tribal singing, that would come and go in bursts, and make us look around and wonder where it was coming from ( Read more... )