Dial Tone

when i was 12, there was this boy...

i hate when i race for the phone only to answer hello to a dial tone.

my bonsai tree, sami (sah-me), is growing new leaves. i haven't watered it in fear that i have over watered it. i'm scared to death of my bonsai tree. also, the fruit flies only come out when i put on its little lamp. i looove me tree. i think she likes the postal service a lot. i'm glad we have similar taste in music, cause i'm sure if we didn't it'd be into death metal. AND, i don't have no death metal.

at 9:30, i ate a cadbury fruit and nut bar. yes, for breakfast.

if i wrote for comments, i would stop writing. i have no fucking friends or i'm really that uninteresting. (neither are true)

seriously, i think i have something here with the indie rock boy/girl cards. hmmm. THE HIPSTER DECK. yes, i'm clever.

fuck, coherant thoughts. RANDOM explosions in your eye. i have a thought disease. 
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