Monica.
Seventeen.
Orlando.
I'm infatuated with the concept of jumping on the train during rainstorms.
I talk in fragments, it irritates some.
The only thing you can count on in life is death, taxes, and that the Brooklyn-Queens F train will never be on time.
I hate faux pretentious intelligence almost as much as Wal-Mart.
I really hate Wal-Mart
I read Allen Ginsberg's Howl at least once every day.
Camel lights own.
bands.
saetia
hot cross
modest mouse
neutral milk hotel
against me!
seafood
belle & sebastian
the velvet underground
spoon
cohen
mineral
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pictures, and lots of them