guilty feet ain't got no rhythm, so i'm never gonna dance again, the way i danced with you

so stephanie rae tells me blogger has some sort of viruses and such.

so i got a wordpress. but home feels like home feels like bloggers feels like my journal feels like he said she said and i slept too much last night. but i'm watching paranoid park.



FINALLY.

in one of my dreams last night i was pleading for my life. i have had too many dreams like that.

LOOK WHAT GONZO GAVE ME!


i missed out on hookah with he and gina last night and then my phone died and this morning it said i had 12 text messages waiting but no messages have come yet.

only hope.



and to return monica for her awesomness i... attempt... at... well... this... and the fail..

shut up.