rest in peace.

i curl everything.

She still wouldn't wash my hair!!!!!

dangerously close.

lost connection.

oh my.

i can't believe i've been blaming myself.

for this long.

that is just vaguely hilarious.

and stupid.

on my part.

i think i shall stop with that now.

you will have to share some of the guilt.

yes i think that's right.

oh la dee.

leave me alone.

because i really don't want to talk.

or hear you.

i shall watch.

and wait.

and perhaps catch a giggle.

um.

dan.

wtf?

it's called mobile blogging.

and you invented it.

so gotta stop with all the working.

i'm gonna faint there.

so much to do.

all the time.

put on your new shirt.

and drink in the heat.

or the rain.

whatever it is thats going on there.

i'm not all that positive.

i haven't been keeping up.

sry.

dan your 22.

how crazy!

all the abrevs.

i love em.

i can't stand life w/o.

prob should stop that.

i have such a shopping knack.

it's genetic.

i'm almost positive.

someone.

change my paypal password.

god knows i can't afford much more.

pop corn.

and ginger ale.

nothing more could be perfect.

clash of pink and blue.

bruised.

from the happenings.

please just get me through it.

failure.

after failure.

bad feelings.

for a week now.

how lame.

i should make better choices.

duh?!?!

the best.

the worst.

it all happened.

i don't care for it.

one bit.

not one bit.

except for the good stuff.

which was like sweet lemonade.

and grapefruit juice.

the pink sequins.

and white silk.

the loveliness of it all.

muffled pleasantries.

it's not much to be said.

for your glamorous outings.

i really haven't the taste for them.

but enough about you.

because it really is.

as bouli can tell you.

all about me.

little walks.

and stifled breaths.

i can't feel my chest at all.

except for what lies above it.

the feeling is usual.

except this time im staring at your yellow frames.

and trying to get my way back home.

there i can follow my mood.

and take a chill.

smoothing beads.

and pretty little pink roses.

it's all meant to make a different atmosphere.

of sorts.

i can't feel comfortable.

in this costume.

because it's not where i should be.

you have such a low opinion of me.

i really can't blame you.

but we really don't know each other too terribly well.

candies.

and sweets.

purples and grays.

they make my day.

i am returning to me.

slowly but surely.

i find myself there again.

it wasn't the best persona.

but it was far "better" than this irrationality.

love to you.

taste of old.

Harvey Danger Flagpole Sitter