BURNING BRIDGES, breaking hearts.
Just paid tuition for a semester of school. What awful classes. One of them is a telecourse, which is just a terrible idea for an internet-less pothead. What was I thinking signing up for that class? It was hazy, I'll tell you that. The introduction to pottery class bodes well for pretty art girls, willing to show a boy how to use the pottery kiln properly. Up top. Alright catch me on the rebound. Too slow, too slow.
I had a minor crush this summer, and it was sweet and kind of cute. Drunk 35 year old divorcees think we're a couple, only to find out we're not and continue molesting the hell out of me. What can I say? I have a way with women...over 30. Anyways, she's gone for all intents and purposes, moved to New York to help the homeless or some such nonsense. Fuck the homeless, I wanna get laid.
Hopefully, this all comes full circle and I'll have a curly haired, puffy vested Fall crush, maybe with freckles and big cans? I've yet to decide.
these CDs are all phenomenal. The Eccentric Soul is great, and Yellow Pills sounds like it could be fucking amazing. I need the money, now. Oooooh, it's fun to be silly with URLs.
I'll be visiting the East Coast moooost likely this fall, with stops in New York City, The Dirty Jerse and Upstate New York, with a possible stop in Boston/Cape Cod, depending. Depending all on that silly, silly Graham Mason. And it'd be great to go, because there's a passle of people on the East Coast, and they know whom they is, who I'd like to see and mooch off of shamelessly.
Just paid tuition for a semester of school. What awful classes. One of them is a telecourse, which is just a terrible idea for an internet-less pothead. What was I thinking signing up for that class? It was hazy, I'll tell you that. The introduction to pottery class bodes well for pretty art girls, willing to show a boy how to use the pottery kiln properly. Up top. Alright catch me on the rebound. Too slow, too slow.
I had a minor crush this summer, and it was sweet and kind of cute. Drunk 35 year old divorcees think we're a couple, only to find out we're not and continue molesting the hell out of me. What can I say? I have a way with women...over 30. Anyways, she's gone for all intents and purposes, moved to New York to help the homeless or some such nonsense. Fuck the homeless, I wanna get laid.
Hopefully, this all comes full circle and I'll have a curly haired, puffy vested Fall crush, maybe with freckles and big cans? I've yet to decide.
these CDs are all phenomenal. The Eccentric Soul is great, and Yellow Pills sounds like it could be fucking amazing. I need the money, now. Oooooh, it's fun to be silly with URLs.
I'll be visiting the East Coast moooost likely this fall, with stops in New York City, The Dirty Jerse and Upstate New York, with a possible stop in Boston/Cape Cod, depending. Depending all on that silly, silly Graham Mason. And it'd be great to go, because there's a passle of people on the East Coast, and they know whom they is, who I'd like to see and mooch off of shamelessly.
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I saw you post, so I just wanted to say hello. Rainer Maria and DC9 beckon. Take care, dude.