Saturday, September 19, 2009

So, like, you know...

Unreiable, disorganized, confusing.

Unfocused and beautiful. A few of those words describe this blog.

Yet you read...

On year after moving into a closet bedroom (w/o a closet) I'm in a cooler better place. Three girls as roomates. Roomates my Dad says should be "Roomates with benefits"

Roomates I say: "They're my FUCKING ROOMATES."

He swerves slightly on the road as I calm down. "Sorry, Dad," I say. "It ain't the 60s anymore." He grins, laughs (cries later?).

I like where I live. Don't need body movements ruining it.

This movie scared the shit outa me as a kid:

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