damn, it almost seems like the closer i get to [getting to] Columbus, the farther i get from Star. i haven’t gone live with her (as in IM) in pretty much weeks now (my own fault, and we all know how i feel about that anyway ;) ). hargh. well, we’ll find out soon enough (? maybe) if it’s all even worth it. or not.
right right right right right.
i thought of this. it’s basically paraphrasing something the great Neil Young once said in the lyrics to one of his hottest songs from one of his lamest albums:
trust me, i can’t be trusted.
i wonder if i’ll ever have a good reason to use it though?
ok, i’ve had 3 beers now. i’m going to bed. i suppose all i’ll be able to dream about is god damned dog buttholes. why do they make ’em so freakin’ prominent, anyway?!
smooches, you freaks.
