February 2009
9 posts
HIT HIT HIT HIT →
i know i should be over it but it still kills me every fucking day. coming across this today when i googled my name to see what a prospective employer might see if they were to look me up on the internet, this a little shocking.
it’s been nearly an entire year and i’m still picking up the pieces. still wearing hand me down clothes, still looking for journals and photos i will never...
judging by your blueprints...
…i think you’ve been the butt of god’s joke. i’m sorry, i think that I’m supposed to capitalize the “g” in “god.” like God. or maybe GOD. either way you put it, the word is simple but a difficult idea to fathom. what is even more difficult is explaining that to someone who is very much a believer in God and all that he is suppose to represent....
cookies on holloween →
missed connections…do people really read these and think “wow, that’s SO me!”??
“you were wareing cookies on holloween at a bar called the eagles nest at clark lake what was your name , im tom i thought you were o so cute , i sat and watched you dance all night, you gave me a cookis thx”
someone please teach him grammer, spelling, and to actually talk to...
this is
strange. i’m used to livejournal, and the fact that i feel old now that i’m behind on this blogging site makes me feel even more incredibly older. i shouldn’t feel old, i’m 23 for fucking sake.
whatever. i’m here now. does that make me younger?
