Don't Come Crying to Me

okay so a couple of things.

first i ignore rules of grammar, spelling, capitalization and punctuation, usually, so don't waste your precious time by pointing these things out. "Why yes, I do realize that blogger has a spell check. I didn't use it because it's friggin boring."

second i do try not to get serious or babble on about deep issues, though occasionally i will.

third if you can pick out the theme to all of my post titles you will maybe get a cookie or a nonsarcastic "way to go skippy" at the very least.

lastly, thanks for coming, who are you and why are you reading this? you must be bored.



Saturday, May 23, 2009

i dream a nation of you

i had this bizarre dream about Taylor Lautner, a cemetery that was supposed to be in philly but i think is actually in KoP, a soccer game at the cemetary and chris renfroe's couch from the richmond apt. my mom was there and some people i knew but didn't know and we all went to friday's too.

i have been charging my deviant moon deck under my pillow for a few nights in prep for tomorrow's gig, i think the dreams are telling me they're done.

tonight we're going to mattchew and dalex's house for matt's birthday. everyone is all excited because we haven't seen the boys in ages and dust and moose are going to be there and i haven't seen either of them since the opening night of espina. have to find something ultra hot to wear.
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