08.03.08

do doo do, do doo do, ahh. do doo do, do doo do, ahh. i love storms, especially when you get the rare chance to wake up and experience a storm roll in. I feel so refreshed sitting on my brown slightly used couch, in my aging apartment, letting my fingers caress the strings of a borrowed guitar while the rain taps against the window. I really hope it rains again soon. bop baaa bop, bop baa bop, ahh. bop baa bop, bop baa bop, ahh.

I haven't had a whole lot to say lately. I've been pretty tired. I really would like a day to go to st anthony main and see a movie. My apartment doesn't have a/c, its kinda a bummer, but not really. Right now there are all these weird noses outside. I think that my neighbor in the next building is packing because I keep hearing what i assume to be duct tape being unrolled and glasses tinging. At least I hope she's packing or else I should be calling the police.

Enough about me, how are you?

thoughts

i don't about you but i kinda think personal fireworks should be illegal. i don't really get them and they're pretty dangerous. eh?

july

she's a market girl, she'll take it right after you. so dance. and dance. and dance. and dance. she loves those sad sappy sucker songs. well, hey! elliot smith, we love you. seriously though you should trust me. its so hotttt in here, its hot as hades, ladies. maybe we should just turn the fan on. i doubt i told you but i love your graphic tee and scraped up skateboard. its too bad that your phone stopped working. bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop bop. what?!?! i know you have a heavy heart. i can feel it when we kiss. those freim-emies will be your undoing. and please, please change the channel before the pitchers give up any more home runs. hopefully one of these days, i'll get a real job, one that actually pays. like my dad did. you know if you stand on that chair, it'll probably break and you don't have money to buy a new one. i like that you only write pseudo-love songs or at least aspire to. is this cryptic? no. probably. my upstairs neighbors are being super loud. and they dance. and dance. and run. and dance. i don't want to take you home. please don't make me sleep alone. if i could i'd only want to make you smile, if you'd stay with me a while. seriously though, lets just kill them with kindness. if you read this whole thing you're a better person than me.

tomorrows july. drink some sangria and watch this:



or my new love:

i was born a unicorn, 

i missed the arc but i could've sworn,

you'd wait for me

this is always in my head and i'm not really sure why.

So I'm watching Alfie. Jude Law is pretty sweet. And dresses killer in this movie.