California in March.
I love texting girls with boyfriends.
Brain tired. So it’s time to sleep.
I was genuinely
bummed when my copy of gta: san andreas OST CSR 103.9 went missing. 90’s RnB and New Jack Swing </3
goddamnit. can’t write for shit tonight. it’s all sappy thoughts and making lists of things to do with my imaginary girlfriend on one of those spring days that are full of thunder and lightning.
I keep having dreams where I am a guest at some person’s house and then I fuck it up by being so awesome and partying til the walls fall down and stuff. like i said it’s a dream but it’s so frequent I hate it. this is what happens when you’re single for too long and your pee pee makes your brain skip like broken record.
Those weird moments when the moment is weirdly normal.
Public domain karaoke machine.
You introduced me to Samoas. I’ll always love you for that.
I hope today is the day I go to sleep on time. Got a feeling it is.
Can’t stay awake. Mass Effect 3 demo saved the day. Let’s cuddle.
The amount of depressing thoughts far outweighs the positive thoughts today. Want to change that, today isn’t letting me.
I’d go to coachella just for fIREHOSE. The band I secretly want every musical project to morph into.
Kanye is the greatest.