thecalendargirl
because i'm a copycat.

i was in a bad mood when i woke up this morningafternoon until i listened to fannypack, "cameltoe." because no one can be mad when the lyrics are, "is your crotch hungry girl? 'cause it's eating your pants."

better off home: yeah. i just really don't like being alone. i don't even know why because most of the time when i'm with people i wish i wasn't.
yelstarlow: you are strange!

( has anyone else noticed how much the pope looks like the count? )

i just remembered that time at the market, snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart and rode down aisle five. you looked behind you to smile back at me, crashed into a rack full of magazines. they asked us if we could leave ( Read more... )

olive juice.

i'm reading this book that my brother loaned me, Snow Crash and i'm pretty amazed that's it's actually good.

the main character's name is Hiro Protagonist. it doesn't get any better than that, guys.

aubree: what does your hair look like now?
sarah: oh, i didn't dye it yet.
sarah: it's just blonde and short.
aubree: oh. do you have bangs?
sarah: sideswept.
aubree: check. and thanks!
sarah: haha. why?
aubree: because i am drawing amy in the white coat lyrics, and i'm drawing you in them.
sarah: awww, that's really sad.
aubree: it reminds me of ( Read more... )

everyone has lives and i hate reading journal entries about what other people did the night before when all i did was come home at ten thirty from a boring night.

( you look so sad at night. )

i catalog these steps now, decisive and intentioned, precise and patterned specifically to yours. i'm talented at breathing, especially exhaling, so that my chest will rise and fall with yours.

i'm careful not to wake you, fearing conversation. it's better just to hold you and keep you pacified. i'm talented with reason, i cover all the angles. i ( Read more... )