February 2010
31 posts
Vacation
I worked it away to the bones.
But I broke into Pat’s old house and smoke a bowl.
The memories came flooding back and I think I drowned to death in there.
caseywheaton:
A sexy candlelit taco dinner. City and Colour in the background. Not even attempting to seductively eat a chocolate covered strawberry. Being awkward when I receive flowers, and you still think I am cute. They were beautiful. I couldn’t have asked for anything more. Everything about you makes me smile. I’m so happy right now.
I walked into Barnes and Noble yesterday, or maybe...
Over this vacation,
I’m determined to break into Pat’s house.
Who’s with me?
Maybe we can speed up the process,
kill me in my thirties in the name of progress.
Put me in the dirt and then change the topic.
i want a brownie
hannahxhangover:
im going to visit casey at dunkin.
to get that brownie,
hopefully that person isn’t working
FUCKING DICK.
in a box
Special brownies?
me too…
Somebody,
I need a random ass topic to research to endless amounts.
Give me the first thing that comes to your mind. Anything, really.
We can sit and reminisce about the old school,
maybe share a cigarette cause we’re both cool.
formspring.me
hannahxhangover:
Is Sara libby really Wilma flintstone? Would that make Kyle Fred?
yes…sara lubby iz wilma flintstone. kyle is fred
Ask me anything
when we hang out behind Bellingham Grocery, because we never have anything to do, we open the doors and push the car (much like Fred) in order to conserve gas.
63:34
and thus marks the end of night two.
jenhowe:
why can’t i concentrate?
because you are too drunk.
Turning teens into fiends from the beats to the bear hugs.
I got the stuff that’s got them buyin up the ear plugs.
caseywheaton:
My calculator died today and I got battery acid on my thumb. It was rather itchy. I’m going to turn into the Toxic Avenger pretty soon.
i can only wish that that would happen to you.
then i’d have a super hero friend…
Today,
I was baffled by Hyperspace and the perspective of a third-dimensional person invading a two-dimensional world.
We are nothing but Flatlanders on a crumpled piece of paper, force is nothing but ridges in these crumples.
amazing how the four independent forces intertwine themselves on higher dimensions.
Oh how I love n-dimensions<3
Stand like a man made of concrete and sediment
like fuck your skin, nobody needs it.