fuck, I’m boring.
October 2010
September 2010
and that scares me.
in other news, I’ve decided I’m going to be Nicki Minaj when I grow up.
Take It Off por Ke$ha
mi tema de la semana
It was three servings of salad and dressing and croutons and I’s a fatty.

At the light near my house, there are two lanes that go straight across 22. I was in the left lane, and a red car pulled up next to me. The driver of said car was the cute barristaboy from the Sbux near my house who always gives me a discount. I was listening to Summertime Clothes by Animal Collective at an obnoxious volume with the windows down because, well, I’m a tool. Barristaboy started dancing along with his hands out the sunroof. The light turned, we merged with his car in front of mine, I turned up the volume, and the whole way to my development he hand-danced through the sunroof.
It was just one of those inexplicably spectacular moments where I felt entirely close to someone I vaguely know. It was so great.
I want to stay in bed all day. This school during the week, work 24 hours between friday afternoon and sunday thing is killing me.
Or this morning. It was 2am.
why am I bad at this?