he called me a barfly and i completely lost it.
do you have the case for this cd? no, i threw it out.
tell them why to laugh.
a grab bag of entertainment what is my purse.
luane writhe is an anagram for my real name. i’m so lucky.
last nite at band practise i didn’t spill any beer. i am getting better in that department though i still yank shit out of the PA, what with all those cords and wires and plugs and me being hyper ‘n all.
i have random email addresses written all over the place and i have to think really hard to remember how they got there and why i have them and what i was suppose to say to that person/s.
hitler-riffic
some of us have peaked and we are annoyed that the rest haven’t.
trying, raising, and breeding the next generation of elite and we’re fucking up all over the place.
i saw the bridget jones movie and i sobbed and sobbed because i do believe in romantic moments though too bad i am skeptic of romantically-ever-after endings.
we are always expecting pain.
