perhilia

... seahorse with science, the band. nick, you rock the shit yo. some guy bought me and matt drinks 'cause he thought i was hot. bonus. ugh. whatever. this is sucking too much energy out of me. i wish you would all suck the meat off your own fingers. fuckers. hahaha! still here, typing away in hopes that something ingenius will come to me but it never will 'cause it never has. ok. i just want to. well, more than i can ever say. find people i can relate to. but that's probably asking way too fucking much for the shit brains in this city. hello? anyone? hahaha. i like rambling with one hand on the keyboard and one hand down my pants. the saddest part. no one will ever read this. besides me. and maybe matt. and me, a few times over again. you know, to check for spelling errors. i had a dream last night that i enjoyed cocaine. it came in a nasal spray bottle. you know, convienience is a sweet, sweet, wonderful thing. whatever. that's my motto. whatever. over and out.