holy crap i love smashing video game cars. i have listened to the arcade fire’s neighborhood #2 (Laika) at least 300 times. my brother slept over last nite and gave me 20 bucks to have my bed so i took the futon. dreams are way more fucked when you sleep on couch-like futons. i’d describe my dream but well, no i won’t. i refilled my crazy pill prescription yesterday and there are a ton of do not drink alcohol with this medication stickers on the bottle. whoops.

so perhaps by nite fall i will have bangs and then come morning i’ll have razor wire in my wrists because i will hate myself for having diagonal emo bangs and the only way it will look right is if i arch my neck out and stare down like i am mysterious and brooding and only hang out in coffeeshops that don’t exist.

i haven’t washed my hair since i had it dyed friday. it doesn’t look like anything was done to it either. i still have a ridiculous splotch of dark roots on top of my head what the f. this also means i have 5 days’ worth of mascara on top of mascara on my eyelashes. tar city.

we have band practise tonite.

oh yeh i fell asleep cradling a small bag of doritos dill chips and when i woke up i finished the rest of the bag off.