okay, so coachella is a bust. the lady i was going with let me down very subtly, and i doubt i'd be able to survive or have half as much fun on my own. so no chilli peppers under a california sky for jack the girl. maybe next year.
in other news: inspiration, you incredible bastard, where are you? i'm on the editing team for my school zine, not to mention shouldering a expected huge contribution, and i don't want to write a word. revolution 9 is wallowing in muck, and any poetry i speculate on is stillborn. plus, the only contributions we've had so far are a series of truly awful "parodied" nursery rhymes by a girl who doesn't seem to have aged mentally since 14. our head editor is paranoid and the staff cannot seem to manage to not flick pen caps at one another for more than five minutes. despite all of this, i'm in an inexplicably good mood.
the people in the cheaper seats, would you clap your hands? and the rest of you if you'll just rattle your jewellery...
discovery: the pretenders. i know. took me long enough, right. 'tattooed love boys' is king, and now i am forever accompanied by jangly eighties synth punk - i shot my mouth off and you showed me what that hole was for.
ADVENTURE AMAZING: you know how sometimes you'll be going through your old jeans or sifting through old notebooks and a bill will fall out? usually it's just a five, sometimes a twenty, some people even luck out and catch fifties or hundreds. but i'm happy to say i've probably caged the best monetary oh-i-forgot-all-about-this find in decades: my boycreature and i were cleaning out under my bed and, amidst convoluted union dues notices and receipts, found a cheque for sixteen hundred dollars.
wurd up.
so now what? now i pay back my mother for my tuition and kick off a brand new life of lush soaps, mac eye shadows, and possibly a new haircut. maybe get liposuction and a small dog i can dress in expensive coats. since, y'know, i'm rolling in the benjamins.
in other news: inspiration, you incredible bastard, where are you? i'm on the editing team for my school zine, not to mention shouldering a expected huge contribution, and i don't want to write a word. revolution 9 is wallowing in muck, and any poetry i speculate on is stillborn. plus, the only contributions we've had so far are a series of truly awful "parodied" nursery rhymes by a girl who doesn't seem to have aged mentally since 14. our head editor is paranoid and the staff cannot seem to manage to not flick pen caps at one another for more than five minutes. despite all of this, i'm in an inexplicably good mood.
the people in the cheaper seats, would you clap your hands? and the rest of you if you'll just rattle your jewellery...
discovery: the pretenders. i know. took me long enough, right. 'tattooed love boys' is king, and now i am forever accompanied by jangly eighties synth punk - i shot my mouth off and you showed me what that hole was for.
ADVENTURE AMAZING: you know how sometimes you'll be going through your old jeans or sifting through old notebooks and a bill will fall out? usually it's just a five, sometimes a twenty, some people even luck out and catch fifties or hundreds. but i'm happy to say i've probably caged the best monetary oh-i-forgot-all-about-this find in decades: my boycreature and i were cleaning out under my bed and, amidst convoluted union dues notices and receipts, found a cheque for sixteen hundred dollars.
wurd up.
so now what? now i pay back my mother for my tuition and kick off a brand new life of lush soaps, mac eye shadows, and possibly a new haircut. maybe get liposuction and a small dog i can dress in expensive coats. since, y'know, i'm rolling in the benjamins.
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actually no. that never happens to me. i wish it would.
did everything go slow-motion and the chariots of fire theme song start playing when you found it? that's what would happen if i found that much.
and i play bass
and im a girl with a boys name(sam)
lets be freinds!!!!!!!!!!