Sleep?

i don't like it when good things happen to me.

i can't sleep. not unusual. but i'm blaming this guy for it. aww.

so yes...st. patrick's day. i drank conor oberst style. found out about 2 shows i want to go to. look me up at the cursive show in somerville, ya'll. i'll be there with bad haircut ian. booyaw. how do you even spell that word? it's late. i'm still woozy. my bed is lonely. my hands are cold along with my toes. oh oh...someone i know made fun of ryan adams and i didn't even get upset. jeez. i love that ryan to death. but no one lays a finger on my....billy corgan. alright. i'm done. no more billy talk for awhile. a long while.

i wish you were here. you know who you are. i want a burrito. 
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