someday, when i'm about to die, i'll look back on days like today, and hate myself.

( and this is why. )

for once i'm not singing the sad songs.
no more of ( this. )

so i've been home for about a month now, i guess. and i've been slackifying on the posting. but really, more like saving it all for an appropriate moment.

so, the break breaks down in the following nifty way:

( haHA! )

My Phase is Ate


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so there was this guy. who was an idiot. and left his flashers on. and the battery in this guy's car decided that it would be GREAT to pick the night he was leaving school to pull a suicide-club. so, two visits from a AAA service partner later, he got home in spite of the battery's best efforts, and now he's home. and still hasn't adjusted ( Read more... )

but i'm ready to settle down now
i'm ready to leave that wrecking ball behind.
and i could be your carpenter
and you could be that twinkling north star o'er the desert sky

i'm really kind of amazingly afraid of looking in the mirror and seeing lane while franny is passed out on the bed.

but i know better.

in case you were wondering, talking to yourself is not good practice for talking to other people. kinda like masturbation isn't good practice for sex.

i mean, you might learn something, but it's not gonna keep anyone else interested.

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