this week he's mopping floors, next week he's on fries
early bird gets the worm.
took a headache for my tylenol.
went to the cover shoot for spin magazine.
it was ridiculous as always.
i put myself into the worst clothes i could find cause thats just funny to me on the inside.
nickplan and drunkmar showed up cause they keep it the realest.
got weird emails all day.
pretty standard.
someday we'll be nostalgic for right now.
but until then you can put it in a pinebox.
its funny the mistakes you realize you are making as you go about things.
cause those are the worst.
it only makes sense when you are that close.
otherwise its blurry and filled with lies.
and you can say whatever you want but in the dark i know what you look like and think- and no one else does.
nothing that needs to be spoken of.
im the kind of kid that will go to the goddamned end.
file me under: fucking speechless.
right to her house.
wow, it's been a month.
we don't talk. it goes without saying.
freckles.
kinda dreamy.
and i ain't too hard on the eyes.
only those arms make it okay.
i just don't care anymore.
this is the three year boy.
this is the lover boy.
this is the keeper.
the is the one that got away.
i drop records, not names.
so i'm not letting you in.
buzznet updated.
please leave my friends or whatever alone, because i have- and im sick of hearing about it.
raise your hand if you're excited for fall tour.
time to become the person i was supposed to be.
Current Music: you make me wanna lala