hesay hinktays ymay ractorstay exysay.
don't you want somebody to love?
yep.
don't you need somebody to love?
yep.
well, there is love in georgia (sweet georgia) but meh. i wrote lots of you postcards. fuck. i just realized i put them into the mail with no address, just a street number.
so, if you get them… it'll be amazing. feel free to leave your address here if you want another one. feel free to respond or something… i can't get msn to work on this mac laptop thingy. surprise, surprise.
you're gone and i don't even think of you my little blue one
i bought hightop royal blue chucks today from a small hotlantan store. i was alone and felt adrift in a sea of diversity. let's have a hand for the drummerman.
last night emma drove up with maybe steph and ashton and someone else and said “hi!” and then her parents came and took her away from my home. i'm feeling alienated by my separation. next thing you know i'll find out maren and alex went to country kitchen for several hours and clint and kelsey are dating!
oh wait. that was last year when i was at boys state. and when i was at camp. hrmph.
pride day in omaha is 27th or something. there's a gay rodeo, hehe. it's the 22nd-27th here, after i'm gone. shucks. one benefit of being here is that there are lots of pretty new people to watch. (not that i'd have a chance with a lonely rock. woooooe. me lame you longtime.) i've seen a guy wearing one of the shirts i got at old navy and i saw someone with the bag i got there too.
glee! i'm a sellout… or something.
a lot of guys here have those side-satchel-carrier-bag-man-purse-things. turn me on and on and on again.
as a side note, five rounds of LD down, one to go.
and this super 8 is the historic site of the country's worst hotel fire. there's a plaque somewhere. i need to make a rubbing.
you got me believing that for me you'd take a stand.
(super secret note to brookites, i'm gonna start responding like crazy to all your entries and my own if you don't reciprocate. we'll show little-ms.-popular steph a thing or two about brookings pride. i have no soul.)
for the love you give away.