why would you possibly think that
i care what you're listening to
or what you ate for lunch last tuesday
or how jewish your math teacher is?

faster than we thought we'd go

uhhh no it's not happening.

somebody should teach me how to keep in touch.

and the silver diner isn't really a diner at all.

You can come here whenever you want.
And nobody will have to talk
if we don't want to.

there is a trail of flour on my driveway/street
leading from my car to my neighbor's driveway.

lovely.

me, and all your little sisters.

not you again

so i got hit on by this wierd biker in martinsville.
he wanted me to go to warped tour with him.

ah hah hah