omg blogger

no track list so you have to look deep within the mystical realm and make up four digit requests to get the CDs to rotate and don’t blink when they do either.

dude the last hour has been rough i felt so LOSTICATED from you guys, blogger don’t you ever go down again when i am wearing jogging pants on the couch with fucked up bangs and coffee stained teeth, you almost made me genuflect!

yeah maybe i could get a life or something, right?

WRONG.

i stared at the blonde magneta lane chick a lot last nite and did a mini performance for renita of what would happen if i approached her and said hi, it involved crying and creepiness. she also looks v. like michelle williams i noticed.

goldfinger guy was kind of a dick to me about my drumming, sorry i’m not a drummer like you ok, ps. we totally got along when we first met what’s the deal now? last nite he asked me why i was wearing daisy dukes, i said well why aren’t you wearing them? some people just don’t get the deep radical of my fashionisms.

when i cracked that it sounded like a gunshot, it startled the entire room.