love does not exist. and letters are crocks of shit. this i mean to the fullest extent.

1) Is your myspace set to private ( Read more... )

FUCKKKKKKK.

Nervous ticks. People with these slight imperfections make me nervous. I'm looking forward to this evening and wish the day would end already.

I don't know if I'm doing this in attempt to bring back tiny bits of bittersweet nostalgic feelings of being a teenage asshole, or if it's just out of pure boredom. Sophie Schulman, I miss you. You should probably start livejournaling again too so we can be cutties in the corner and comment on eachothers ever so interesting lives via the internet ( Read more... )

How many keys are on your keychain? twenty ( Read more... )

im in san diego and eating seems to have been the only thing on my agenda for the past two days. barf.

when are you gonna wanna be my friend again? this is taking forever.

i would give my left pinky toe to have it be april again. im tired of this single gal bullshit. i need a vacation.

I can't believe that summer is half over... weird. elisa has created a tasty sandwich and is sitting beside me. her ice tea looks like poop water. iiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmm tired and need to take a nap. but instead i am being a good friend and helping her pick out an outfit to wear for her DATE tonight. maybe ill call my boy and invite him over for a ( Read more... )

even though things are kinda bad... like not knowing where that key is... things are kinda good.
go me.