today i owned the turnpike.
what a long day.

holy shit. jeezis shawn answer your fucking cellphone. agh i guess you still haven't gotten it fixed. god damnit. what the hell is going on here.

that is tonight's miserable attempt to amuse you.

fuck hellfest.
fuck farmfest.

after those performances, i've completely given up.

and fuck those people on the messageboard saying Muse is going on the same time as The Cure. that is never the case and so not going to happen.

when it gets a little brighter out, i'm going to clean my room.

and you wake up to realize-
your standard of living somehow got stuck on survive

i suddenly MUST be at hellfest on friday. just for an hour or so. SOMEBODY BUY ME & TRACY TICKETS, please ?

PLEASE !!?!??!???!

today a guy at a convenience store accused me of being a cop.

can you believe july is halfway over ?

ps: who wants to go to this partay with me in new brunswick on friday?

"consoled a cup of coffee, but it didn't want to talk"

today was a nice beach day. i'm freakin' puerto rican. almost.

ps: i am the emo-song-title-writing master.