March 2010
30 posts
chicago is so two years ago-fob
My heart is on my sleeve Wear it like a bruise or blackeye My badge, my witness That means that I believed Every single lie you said Cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains I went through to avoid you And every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you But there’s a light on in Chicago And I know I...
I’m enjoying a treat DERRICK!!!!
i’ll admit…if i hadn’t bought that slice of cheesecake from tuccanos yesterday i’d prolly be able to buy a weeks worth of groceries (the way i shop…it’s a gift). do i regret it? HELL NO!
bought mine and hailey’s tickets to owl city in april! hopefully going to we shot the moon with her next week in provo! i can finally sport a fohawk! faux hawk? i don’t know. either way, you get it. stoked!!!!
my apologies for that life-size picture below! i have now taken to the color purple. not light purple. purple purple. royalty purple. gimme some more of that!
i had about 5 bugs fly into my face while running just now. it means one of two things…1) i’m a really fast runner 2) bugs are stupid.
i’m a really fast runner.
stayed out til 4 last night (remember there was the time change…so i like to think it was still 3). woke up at freakin 1030 so i’m exhausted! ready to sleep….last night i was asked by a basketball player if i had any weed…or knew where he could get some. i’m pretty sure he just asked me because i was wearing a beanie like a pothead. i’m also pretty sure these...
going to sojo tonight for dinner:) story at a later date…includes texas pan-american basketball team and man-boobs.
i like my fingers…sometimes i look at pictures where my hands look really nice, just to look at them.
i’m getting sick again.
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Most people are incapable of admitting to themselves what it is they really...
– rivers cuomo
listened to the green album today. don’t hate. i forget how great all their albums are…
i was listening to a 5 yr olds conversation (as i usually do) this morning and overheard “michael jackson is the world’s greatest dancer! he can MOONWALK!”. i glanced over and was able to catch the kid proceed to grab his crotch and make thrusting motions. a 5 yr. old. i was laughing while i chastised him.
all right. i have a problem. the first step is admitting you have a problem. this is me admitting i have a problem. i went on a date the other night with a truly fantastic guy. he was tall, incredibly nice, good looking, had all of his ducks in a row…i mean when i say you can’t get any better, i mean it. one of the best guys i’ve ever met. i could go on but i’m sure you get...