at a friend's for the evening.
i was sold out for my dave chapelle date.
apologies were made, so i forgive those involved.
i have added a shit load of people recently.
what's up with that?
i hate television, and yet, i am madly addicted.

call and entertain me.
god knows i need it.
228-235-3013
and of course i am sure that no one will.

goddamned taxes.
fuck you.

alright. any boy who is ready to get married should date me. not because i am ready to get married, just because that's the way the pattern goes. date me, shit on my heart, and then become happily married within the year. that's the way that it works.

just an observation.

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:

me and sully! <-i was sick here ( Read more... )

i want to preserve this clarity forever.
woo hoo.

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it's like one little trip on the road did it for me. i acheived this whole level of clarity that i haven't had in a while. i just realized that i am sick of it all (great band) and i am a lot better than most people that i hang around with. not in a stuck up way, just in that i am superior beyond them way. okay it's the same way. point is...i don't ( Read more... )

i am having a horrible streak of bad luck. i don't think that i said anything inappropriate...you won't talk to me all the same. does this shit ever stop?

***there are some people that i really really miss, and i need to get in touch with them.

especially a beauty from south alabama.***

be still my heart....he's not talking about me, is he?