I've discovered that titles seem to mean more than what I actually have to say. Didn't go to MC. Went to bookstore, record store, House, Crave, AA and other places. It was good. Till the end. You can tell. You can always tell. I don't know why I just didn't tell you. Sorry. I just want everyone to be happy, but eventually it will all come crumbling down. What was with those boys on the train... That was erm ineresting/awkward. My mother joined twitter. What has the world come too... Drove around trying to find that place today, but failed. We just spent the last 20 minutes trying to find it on Google. This is going to be an adventure friends. I don't want to buy tickets yet. First of all the stage is on an island... An island that seems far from the mainland... This whole situation is just looking really bad for fifty dollars. And there's a stage in the beer gardens. Beer gardens are 18+ incase you weren't aware. This stresses me out. Much like Chicago.
I've lost it all. Maybe I'll sit down with it tomorrow. Maybe not. So few words. So scattered. So full. So confusion. How are you? Whats on your mind? What are you doing? My question is why do you care?
Whatever I give up.
Also when I crossed that line I hated the way you looked at me. Now I still hear it everyday. Just because you notice something doesn't mean it goes away. Fuck you homophobes!
Love,
I really have to pee.
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