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


and you put the pedal to the metal, shifted into fifth and went back to college. i act so dumb, and people ask you if its an act and you cant lie. last monday i woke you up and said i didn't want you around anymore, gave you back your roll of new hampshire state quarters and cried in the shower. in the summer, everything will be good again. we can sit on the back porch of your aunts apartment, drinking lemonade and listening to sarah records. we can go for road trips to canada, i wont be miserable and the mono wont make me too tired to care if you live or die.

so i'm here with wax crayons, coloring my furniture where the scratches are frequent and now things have changed. i love that you are too quiet, that you dont like people who have a bigger vocabulary than you, or using atm machines.

d-land