yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest


profile * old * mail * fucking sign it* or how about a nice note? you go forward / i'll go backwards


i have dreams about you frequently even though its been nearly a year since i saw you last. i dont think of you so often. looking back on things i might smile as i expected myself to because i got tired years ago of other emotions. at night i see all the people that i have lost or who've changed to be so different from teenage magazine recess rainy day in the park days. i am different now. you would not be my friend if we met today.

in the dream, the dave matthews band song #41 was playing in the shop n' save. i was looking at the soda cans and i noticed that instead of brand names, they were the names of all the people you cared about. i searched for a 'breanna' brand but there werent any so i started climbing up the shelves and mike kept following me so i kicked him and got into the rafters where there were tons of offices and they said i was hired to wash the register workers hands. so i started laughing and playing with a set of windup teeth that had cavities. i called you on a pair of hiking boots and told you i didnt care.


d-land