February 2012
today was a fuckin shitshow at work.
So much to do, didn’t do ANY of it.
ordered more new inserts than is probably normal.
ohhhh god filing
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I wanted to tell you all about Johnny. johnny is the coolest fucking guy.
He makes awesome music, like really really awesome music, and he is so nice and so good and so talented at everything. So i think you should all check him out either at his tumblr or his soundcloud.
I promise you’ll love him as much as everyone else does (and thats a lot.)
http://soundcloud.com/shipwrecks
watching youtube videos of way too talented young singers
gonna die
cole porter will always be my one true love
so i was sitting on the bus across from this guy with a guitar.
I was drumming my fingers or something to Hop Along. He made a comment about it, so i pulled my headphones out of my ears and started talking with him.
Somehow we eventually got to the point where he said he wanted to hear me play. even though i was telling him how awful i really was, for how much experience i have.
He suggested...
I will be in Rhode Island and Texas in september.
Yikes.
if any of my east coast babies wanna meet up while i’m on that side of the country, i wouldnt say No!
oh i see how it is
bears can hibernate and it’s a “part of nature”
but when i do it’s “creepy” and “antisocial”
love the queue feature
i can do whatever i want and fool you all into thinking i have no life
i’ve spent way too much of today watching videos of british girls speaking with american accents.
so many strange dreams last night.
http://www.thefrisky.com/2012-02-24/20-shameful-secret-single-girl-behaviors-that-were-proud-to-admit-to/#more-1916212
TOO much of this was true.
and in a gross way, made me miss living alone…
We finally had convinced Kayla’s dad to let her sleep at my house. Her mom was great, but her dad was a dick.
So he finally agreed to it, and she came over.
We had our “beds” made up on the floor of the living room. I dont remember any details (how i wish i could remember something)
around midnight, i remember telling her we should go up to Dustin’s house, to see him and...
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he was in a mad dash when sebastian crashed and flew into a sea of concrete his parents came runnin they’d have saved him had it not been for the intense speed at which he was movin over everyone gates tearin skin all down the winding path his blue bike there in the grass boy open your eyes up to see the rays hit the park in gold and green this is for sebastian from a friend give a grin I...