SCRATCHING AT THE SURFACE NOW

what is this limbo i'm perpetually in? all ally's of me and i'm unaware of the cure. but maybe three pills will boost the chemicals up to a level i can't reach. the busy i know will be a relief from this place.

DOWN THE STREET

then i could hear a heart beat. walk around the tree. shoot rubber arrows through the window. give a good wave and a smile. oh, you want to tell me something. i have something to tell you. i could just stop by. and how.

CATCH EM WHILE YOU CAN

a bottle of shiraz and many spontaneous eruptions of crying after watching olympic world records later. it's time to go to boystown and be a little naughty. teehe he heeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

LALALA LALALA LALALAAA

now i own more than one pair of jeans. it's exciting! thrift store galore. visited my grandma and watched the cubbies kick the ass-tros. riding around i saw the destruction from the thunderstorm we had a few nights ago. limbs everywhere and huge piles of branches on the sides of every street. visited an old memory and decided to skip the tour of the rest for another time. home again, my daily gilmore girls is on. and all is right in the world.