I miss the days of John C. Reily. Well, for the most part.

one of my favorite stories is Great Expectations.

I’m coming into your town. Night is falling to the ground, but I can still see where you loved yourself before he tore it all down. April 12th, with nobody else around; you were outside the house (where’s your mother?), when he put you in the car, when he took you down the road. And I can still see where it was open, the door he slammed closed. It ( Read more... )

sometimes you see right through me

my head feels like it's floating right now, it's amazing. i don't know what i am ranting about, but i love it. i had a lot of fun last night, i hope the people (person) i hung out with had fun as well. i want this feeling to last forever. thank you andreas tarazi for aquanting random people at your house. thank you evan lanam for being a ( Read more... )

This morning, I was awaken by my mother's phone call. She called to tell me that she thought Beauty had ran away, which wasn't the case because she had been in the backyard. Anyways, after waking up, I had tried to force myself back to sleep, but it was not happening. The familiar motions of panic came about my mind and body, and I began to weep ( Read more... )

last night was so much fucking fun. I haven't had this kind of fun in so long. I felt really good about last night's performance, despite me breaking another goddamn string, but I was half expecting that. Also, I stayed up to watch Mission Hill, Daria, and Hey Arnold. After Hey Arnold I started watching some other bullshit cartoons, and didn't ( Read more... )

First of all, my brother doesn't smoke pot. Second of all, my girlfriend (in this dream I had a girlfriend) wouldn't go off and sleep with him, or maybe she would. Third of all, fuck.

yesterday, not even worth talking about.

I am having series of dreams that aren't making any sense.

"In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night I call your name ( Read more... )