Thursday, April 29, 2004
*oh my tongue is the only muscle on my body that works harder than my heart*
brand new
blahhh im drunk, im stoned, im fucked out of m mind. i love it. i cant type straight. so. errors excused, aight? aight. yah. cursive = hot shit yo. if i could have tim kashers babies i would be ALL OVVER THAT SHIT. his hair has gorwn since last we saw them. but hes hot. and they OPENED with "fairy tales" like they KNEW!!!! unsane. some song from such blinding stars it was good, and i was happy bc i listened to such blinding stars while writing my ENTIRE thesis. and "the martyr" which was intense and hot and gorgeous. and all the hispters stood still the whole time like... like the music was a fucking disease, it didnt move them, they resisted.. they didnt feel it, they all needed to be kicked in the face. who stands still at a show? a CURSIVE show? fuckers. it was good. i wish i could go tomorrow,too but tattoos for me and emily.
ryan is laying with his head on my lap. he is drunk. and sad. you know. everyones breakin up. everyones sad. im not breakin up.. cos no one wants to be with me, thats right.. cos im like damaged goods right. yes. right. correct!
anyway, yes. the enigma. was a fuck. he hates me. idont know what happened. vegas was such good conversation. and since i saw him... its like a chore to hear from him, he is nt all saucy with me anymore. i said i wished he was here. he said he wished that too, but then he said i should go try to meet the cursive dudes and make babies. i hate him when he does this crap. it makes me wanna.. i dont know. its like telling me to fuck other guys and thats not cool. like why the fuck do you want me slutting around? ugh.
im out.
brand new
blahhh im drunk, im stoned, im fucked out of m mind. i love it. i cant type straight. so. errors excused, aight? aight. yah. cursive = hot shit yo. if i could have tim kashers babies i would be ALL OVVER THAT SHIT. his hair has gorwn since last we saw them. but hes hot. and they OPENED with "fairy tales" like they KNEW!!!! unsane. some song from such blinding stars it was good, and i was happy bc i listened to such blinding stars while writing my ENTIRE thesis. and "the martyr" which was intense and hot and gorgeous. and all the hispters stood still the whole time like... like the music was a fucking disease, it didnt move them, they resisted.. they didnt feel it, they all needed to be kicked in the face. who stands still at a show? a CURSIVE show? fuckers. it was good. i wish i could go tomorrow,too but tattoos for me and emily.
ryan is laying with his head on my lap. he is drunk. and sad. you know. everyones breakin up. everyones sad. im not breakin up.. cos no one wants to be with me, thats right.. cos im like damaged goods right. yes. right. correct!
anyway, yes. the enigma. was a fuck. he hates me. idont know what happened. vegas was such good conversation. and since i saw him... its like a chore to hear from him, he is nt all saucy with me anymore. i said i wished he was here. he said he wished that too, but then he said i should go try to meet the cursive dudes and make babies. i hate him when he does this crap. it makes me wanna.. i dont know. its like telling me to fuck other guys and thats not cool. like why the fuck do you want me slutting around? ugh.
im out.
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