Shit, Livejournal. It's been a while.

"When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves."

Every time I read entries on Livejournal I become unbelievably sad and wish I hadn't bothered.

I got an iPod, bitches.

I think I have a crush on a green-eyed boy in Encinitas(!) who loves Bjork(!!) and Modest Mouse(!!!), which is a really sad story since I probably won't be working there anymore.

Today I realized:1. I might love Saddle Creek even more than Tilly and the Wall because they tucked a handwritten thank-you note between my bubble-wrapped CDs ( Read more... )

Dear everyone,

I wouldn't bother being my friend anymore, because, apparently, I'm a bad one.

Love,
Elisa

ps. I'm sorry.

So, Big-Ass-A-Go-Go Land.

I'll send postcards. Maybe.

fuckinghot.

Dear Livejournal,

I fucking hate you.

Love,
Elisa