I'll be the first to admit that I'm full of shit.

"who are those retarded girls trying to fit a couch into the backseat of a camry?"

---just annie and sarah
---just a saturday night

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i hate everything

its on.

vacation has been:

up
bake (cookies, etc)
run
shower
nap
out- cashman, driving, etc and home, sleep
or
out- russel terrace extension, no sleep

not bad.

i feel like i am going to cry
sooooo many ticket fuck-ups today and soooo many people yelling at me
its not my fault :(
i am just a kid

work sucks

i don’t know where to start.
if the surface of the third planet
was a thousand mirrors and magnifiers
and massachusetts was an eyepiece
through which everyone else looked to the sky
through dark and light and back in time
i’d still turn it inward and look at your heart.
but i don’t know where to start.

Saturday morning, in the span of 10 minutes:
Why are the fire alarms going off?
What is on the rug?
Why is there a cup of water in the bathroom?
Why is this candlestick broken?
How many people were here?
I SAID NO SHANANIGANS!

Well, at least 53 Purchase Street went out with a bang.

my old phone broke, so i got a new one
but i lost everyone's numbers...
so give me a call and i'll add you back in my phone.
:)