Monday, December 31, 2007

sugar, spell it out....

lately i feel like every word that anyone says to me makes my organs rot just a little bit more.
my gut is at its lifeless state once again.


i should have just jumped on you right in front of Tine.
fucking made you mine.

come back and teach me how to make those bracelets again.
i wont give up this time, i promise.

i remember going home, calling caitlin, and telling her how cute you were.

...sorry that i never ever never never never ever ever never ever never never ever ever never blog.

am i alright?
...can i get you off my mind?

not quite.
i enjoy getting phone calls from you.
i enjoy hearing about your dreams.

i got a pair of pinstriped silky boxers and they are damn amazing and i look hot in them.
hate to brag...

the year of 2008 begins in less than an hour and i have no idea what my resolution is.
..maybe it can be "have a new years resolution by the time 2009 is near"

well it will work for now.
i'll build on it or something.

i'm excited for this whole cirque du soleil thing we're all going to on the 8th.
in san francisco.
then im excited for this whole marilyn manson CONcert that we might be going to sometime in march...
in san francisco.


mybestfriendMarisa has this thing with my brother, it's weird... and i'm not cool with it..
it's fucked up knowing that anyone can steal the only people i want in Life from me.

he's trying to steal her and she pretends she's creeped out by it.
but she just fucking loves it and i see it in her eyes and in her smile.

i'm off.

PS. i still cant tell if theres a body beneath my feet.

PS#2: i thought i was taking a picture until i looked up at the camera and saw it recording.
did something spontaneous.

this is fr you, Hammy.


...youtube makes me look gross. yuck.

goodnight.

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