faceforradio

I know you love my daily pictures. And I love that you love my daily pictures. I'm completly obsessed with myself.

Someone proposed to me on Facebook. haha. He graduated from my school in '05, which means he's my age (so I'm a little behind, butt out. I started when I was sixteen and needed some time off.) Anyone who lists Bloc Party and Art Brut in his top ten fav bands can't be too bad, so I said yes. hahaha.

I have sixty-eight cents in my checking account right now. That feels really good.

Got a little busy at the bar. Made myself some cashola. Mm hm. That's right. Radio's got the dollars. You know.

I miss my Ryan-Tater. I've been listening to the mix CD he gave me years ago and doesn't remember. Cheap Trick. Among others. It's boss.

Thunderstorming outside. I LOVE thunderstorms. Jacob, come enjoy it with me; I'm pretty much unsick at this point and can actually be social! Driving home listening to Animal Collective. . . could have driven for days like that if I wasn't so exhausted. Exhaustion has become way too familiar in the past months.

I need to make this bloggo more interactive. Talk to me people. So I'ma try to ask questions at the end of every entry like other people do. So gimme yer best.

What emotions do thunderstorms stir in you when you're alone? When you're with someone of the preferred sex? When you're internetting after a long night at the bar like the dweeb you are?