last night i was at this art show for awhile...wandering around, looking at art, and feeling kinda jealous of all these excruciatingly attractive scenester folks who seem to all be fucking eachother in between inside jokes and mispronouncing jim jarmush's name. just as i'm getting ready to leave i see this girl that i have one of those unspoken things with. we met once when we were both drunk, and we see eachother at school, but never speak to one another. i'm a little taken with her. she doesn't talk just to hear the echo of her own voice, her words are sincere. not to mention she has the finest ass of all time.
i love waking up on sunday when it's raining outside. i'm doing laundry. trying to clean.......
i love waking up on sunday when it's raining outside. i'm doing laundry. trying to clean.......