Love and Lousy Poetry

Monday, February 07, 2005

super-lovers tell me where you got yours...
haha im listening to L.A.M.B. specifically harijuku girls
so i had a good, but busy, weekend. 1984 will be missed. I loved it and i don't think that it has hit me yet that it is over. But when it does i'll prolly be really sad. Theres some people that i won't see anymore because i only saw them at rehearsal. oh well. :(
my 'rents and my bros were here and they saw cookin' and they adored it. I went to city class and was on film!! apparently i sounded like a ghost of a dead girl and since thats what wanda june is, i consider that a compliment.
I hung out with my beau and i really miss him. We went to the Boogie-down BX and got krunk on red wine and HBO. hehehe
Harijuku girls you got the wicked stlye...
peace im out mufukkahz

in love with love and lousy poetry

Kindel blogged at 5:43 PM

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Monday, February 07, 2005

Kindel blogged at 5:43 PM

love and lousy poetry

"Rely a bit to heavily on alcohol and irony. Get clobbered
on by courtesy, in love with love, and lousy poetry.
And I'm leaning on a broken fence between Past and
Present tense. And I'm losing all these stupid games
that I swore I'd never play. And it almost feels okay
"-the weakerthans

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