i want that winter back. so badly.

you are my apple cider.
you are my sweater.
you are my blanket of warmth.
you are the dancing shadows at the bonfire.
and i miss you.

is it too hard to ask for some sunshine?

fuck.
i want to be alone today.
hmm.
well no.
theres one person id like to be with.
but that isn't possible right now.
im off to europe.
walking now.
bye.

holding out for what i want.
i need a job.
before my head explodes.
i need your love.
10 bucks if you can name that song.
actually none.
but its a great song.
i'm getting sick of doing nothing.
i'm going to watch mighty boosh and make music all day and be obscure and write.
help me think of something to write about.

fuck everyone of you.
im going to ireland.
and i doubt im coming back. ill be so close to paris ill be able to taste it.
fuck i might just fly there lol. or swim the channel.
jesus.
but srsly.
i can't do what i was doing anymore.
me me me me me me me.
but you.
only you.
that makes sense to none of you.

i love whisky sours.

tonights theme:
one toke over the line sweet jesus.
i'm one toke over the line.

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i had a dream about three 6 mafia. and it was for their new video. i've got a feeling the next single is going to be like money. it just screams next single. but i was in the video. it was amazing. you have no idea my extensive love for them.