so fucking best.
well, these past couple of days have been a mixture of those feelings.
new sevens=so best
finally watching "week end" by godard=so best
checking out ram's girlfriend on saturday night=so best
overtly nervous cell phone calls to robin about natali touching my new sevens=so best
the set by child porno=so fucking best
our dancing during child porn=beyond so fucking best
rewrites & the mid term for english 4=no buzz; only angst
my car's new found problems with overheating=worst thing ever
driving around with the heat on full blast during a heat wave in march=worst thing ever
although, sitting in a hot car, with the heat on, windows down, warm wind blowing it and frank black's "los angeles" on the ipod=so fucking best.
i wanna live in los angeles.
me and my father have the best solution for when i go and get the car serviced on thursday morning. when i talk to the service guy, instead of me just saying stuff that i don't understand it at all, i'll just pass the cell phone over to the guy and let charles reinhardt do the verbalizing about the car problems.
if the service guy wanted to talk about rap music, then i wouldn't pass the phone to my father, i'll just pull out my ipod and play that new murs/9th wonder jam, "h-u-s-t-l-e" and proceed to dance.
okay, i have no clue as to what i'm writing about. i'm hungry but i refuse to use my car until tomorrow morning. so it looks like once again, i embrace the diet of a 14 year old girl. carrots.
oh shit, thats the diet that molly ringwald had in "sixteen candles".
there was a big ass yellow jacket in my patio, i hope it doesn't attack my dog.
i got shit to do.
well, these past couple of days have been a mixture of those feelings.
new sevens=so best
finally watching "week end" by godard=so best
checking out ram's girlfriend on saturday night=so best
overtly nervous cell phone calls to robin about natali touching my new sevens=so best
the set by child porno=so fucking best
our dancing during child porn=beyond so fucking best
rewrites & the mid term for english 4=no buzz; only angst
my car's new found problems with overheating=worst thing ever
driving around with the heat on full blast during a heat wave in march=worst thing ever
although, sitting in a hot car, with the heat on, windows down, warm wind blowing it and frank black's "los angeles" on the ipod=so fucking best.
i wanna live in los angeles.
me and my father have the best solution for when i go and get the car serviced on thursday morning. when i talk to the service guy, instead of me just saying stuff that i don't understand it at all, i'll just pass the cell phone over to the guy and let charles reinhardt do the verbalizing about the car problems.
if the service guy wanted to talk about rap music, then i wouldn't pass the phone to my father, i'll just pull out my ipod and play that new murs/9th wonder jam, "h-u-s-t-l-e" and proceed to dance.
okay, i have no clue as to what i'm writing about. i'm hungry but i refuse to use my car until tomorrow morning. so it looks like once again, i embrace the diet of a 14 year old girl. carrots.
oh shit, thats the diet that molly ringwald had in "sixteen candles".
there was a big ass yellow jacket in my patio, i hope it doesn't attack my dog.
i got shit to do.