i hate saturday afternoons. just waiting and waiting for night, you know? and then we unfurl our petals, like that flower... the flower that only blooms for one night?
saturday afternoons are a form of limbo, they are. i don't like limbos. very prejudiced against them, actually. "it's all about the journey".... fuck that shit! i want to be there!
bored to death. but carry on.
saturday afternoons are a form of limbo, they are. i don't like limbos. very prejudiced against them, actually. "it's all about the journey".... fuck that shit! i want to be there!
bored to death. but carry on.
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i'll, um, be in cleveland next month...
how's about we hook it up, eh?
plans made. no phone yet. i'm so cool.
ah and i want to tell you also,
we should spend sometime jumping over the bar, eh?
[Edited on Jul 21, 2003]
separations... it's all just a big conspiracy to screw with our
heads... rock on. I don't know what i'm talking about.
For some reason I always want to contradict your journal...