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[ 2003-10-05 - 4:11 p.m.]

another wasted night. the television steals the conversation.

."if i were a rockstar, my standards would be high. so. i guess rules wouldnt really apply. you know. we'd all be on equal status levels."

'so. its like a double-negative thing. they cancel out.'

.i am a turkey.

but i just decided to be vegan.

does this mean we cant be friends anymore?

no. i just means i cant bite you. anymore.

.winky face.

.i AM your punk rock.

."ehh. im dashboard confessional. i represent the letter S. hey! hey! me! up here guys!!"

we rolled 3 deep this weekend. true story. tee shirts. movies. cake. food. funny.

when i got home, i was in a really good mood. but now. now? fuck you.

no, really. fuck. you.

being an internet detective/creep isnt always rewarding. you know, youd think a boy could at the very least be original. but the same fucking words? are you serious?

5 days and counting.

closed lips. another goodnight kiss is robbed of all it's passion. your grip. another time is slack - it leaves me feeling empty.

i hate using DC lyrics on diary entries.

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