i'm home now.

i'll write more later, when my brain isn't all fuzzy.

good news #1 - i am going to visit angi for the weekend!@#$!@!

good news #2 - my parents were not assfaces!!@$!@

last night, from the time i came home from the bar until i fell asleep, i had 'like i love you' by justin timberlake stuck in my head.

now i have that damned trick daddy 'trick love the kids' or whatver the hell its' called stuck.

i can't really tell which is worse.

THIS IS ME BEING SOLICITORY IF THAT'S EVEN A WORD:

i am an assface and haven't sent ureaches in a while. i want to.

so um, if you want one from me, please please PLEASE post your number to this post. and i will call you. ok? please?

i had a strange dream where i was at an awards show, and james marsters won something, and he had very strange like crazy-professor hair and a weird little moustache, and i was like "he's much cuter as spike. damn!"

i am bored, and torturing myself with thoughts of driving to oklahoma, and so i decided to check how far it is from here to angi's house ( Read more... )

dear DAVIN:

i forgot to ask your woman for your ureach number and i'm too lazy to look for it. post it here and i will call you! xoxo
toner

i think i'm probably going to get my car back sometime this week. my dad is supposed to talk to the guy who's fixing it tomorrow, to check in and see whats up. thats exciting.

one day here and one day gone. i really want more than just one night with you, baby.

BWAHAHAHA
my secret is out.

i am not indie at all!


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