April 2010
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Sometimes I actually want a crazy, overbearing, high-maintenance girlfriend again. Is that like Stockholm syndrome?
I’m guessing the wind is pretty good at catching caution.
When my internet is slow, my life is slow.
[or, in this case, when a block of routers is down somewhere in Washington or California]
Texts with Holden
1:29 AM
Holden: I just saw a fucking rat. What the hell. Justin: What!!! Where??? There are rats living in my ceiling. Maybe our rats can be friends. H: No. No rat friends. H: :( J: Aww :( but I’ve already named mine and everything. H: … Justin. Leave your house more. That’s a plea. Lol J: Ratty McScratchalot and Sir Scratches Rattington. H: How do you know which is which? J: I...
Do a little dance, make a little love, get down with the sickness.
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We’ll go to get her together.
I want to buy a bridge/overpass and name it “The Influence”.
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One person knows what asterisk means now. And I don’t know if she even reads this.
Most guys don’t wash their hands. It’s pretty gross.
Sometimes on long drives alone I sing loudly and talk to myself in weird voices so much that my stomach starts to hurt. Isn’t that an interesting fact about my life?
My thoughts are always weird after I’ve just woken up. Like this morning I found the fact that we use our arms to balance ourselves really hilarious.
You were expelled from school like your stomach contents on pledge night.
ask me anything
http://www.formspring.me/catgofire
I lie like Jesus in my King-size bed, pull the covers over my head.
[Most of these have nothing to expand on. That and I’m not keeping an up-to-date journal. Although I probably should be.]
You know what would be gross? Having a pimple on your tooth.
I grab you by the neck and drink you, straight. We both turn upside down.
When you’re not here to talk to, I realize how much I want you here to talk to. And the talking isn’t even important.