something i find really sad: i think of really awesome things to write about in the shower, and while i'm driving. two places i really can't write down any of my good ideas. apparently the universe is telling me i need those giant bath crayons, and also a tape recorder. needless to say, by the time i sit down here, all my "brilliant" musings and rants of the day are gone. not always gone forever, as i tend to space out at work and then go "OH!" and write something down when i remember it, but gone for now, and that sucks. i'm sure this post would be much more interesting if i were writing about something other than not ever remembering what i wanted to write about.
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gatsby always looks pissed at me. tonight he looks extra-pissed, but that's hopefully because one of my parents shut him in the basement before they left a little while ago, and i spent about 20 minutes tear-assing through the house looking for him hoping he wasn't in the dryer.
mayday parade is my new favorite thing ever. this might be the first time i got into a band right BEFORE they rolled through town. town in this case means nyc, but still. i'm hoping i can go.
also, minus the bear is playing like a billion dates around here in april. going to as many of those as i can, those doods rule.
lost tonight. after last week, i think i can handle anything. fucking sayeed, haha. i need to listen to desmond speak more. his accent is wonderful.
ok. i'm gonna rock out a little bit since i'm home alone. also, i'm working on a blanket and i wanna get as much of it done as possible before i lose interest and put it in my bin of unfinished projects. it's a big bin. i have the attention span of a 16 year old.
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