It has become quite obvious that I am really fucking bad at replying to comments. I've never been one to live up to or abide by social obligations though, so if you're offended by it, thats your own problem.
My hands are sweaty, and I'm not sure why.
The little emoticons are all blinking at me under the journal box.
Last night I dreamt of Coney Island, I made my friend ride the Cyclone with me over and over again, just like I used to in real life. Its so predictable here, there you never knew if it was about to derail right before the drop. The first seat makes you fling your hands in the air, makes you cringe taking the plundge seeing the world rush up at your face, and the last gives you whiplash. I could never decide which one I liked better.
I really don't have jack shit to say right now.
My hands are sweaty, and I'm not sure why.
The little emoticons are all blinking at me under the journal box.
Last night I dreamt of Coney Island, I made my friend ride the Cyclone with me over and over again, just like I used to in real life. Its so predictable here, there you never knew if it was about to derail right before the drop. The first seat makes you fling your hands in the air, makes you cringe taking the plundge seeing the world rush up at your face, and the last gives you whiplash. I could never decide which one I liked better.
I really don't have jack shit to say right now.
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to be taken with a grain of salt btw, like most of the things i say