December 2011
Various Kitchen Utensils
Skybox
Well it was love at first sight
Me and my right arm, we love to play together.
November 2011
i forgot the baking powder :/
i’m pretty content for the most part. i don’t need things, i just want them . i want a waffle buddy. let’s say its 1 am and i still can’t sleep and i just need someone to talk to. i want to call them up, meet up and go discuss life over waffles. or french toast because thats just as good, if not better, than waffles.
The Beer
Kimya Dawson
Kimya Dawson. The Beer
And Evan Dando never planned on telling you the truth,
and your Leonardo I.D. card is your fountain of youth.
You can be a teenager for your whole fucking life,
just find some pretty sucker and make that bitch your wife.
I guess by now you all know my friend Danny broke his neck;
he was driving home from Sirens when he got into a wreck.
First I cried for him, and then I cried for me,
haunted by the ghost of the girl I used to be.
But the rocks with holes are warm in my hands,
and I buried my toes in the hot, hot sand,
and the silver pink pony kisses me and says
“You’ve come a long, long way and you deserve to be really happy.”
my anger issues are making me sick. migraines. puke. fun shit. jesus hates me.
that was the most heartbreaking dream i’ve ever had.
i finally fell asleep, and then my alarm to get ready for work went off. i’m working 11:45pm to 8:30 am. i shouldn’t complain because i know a couple people working 20 hour shift today. it’s going to be a long day.
maybe i’ll fall in love with a man in arizona. we’ll get married. spend our wedding loot in the arcade at castles ‘n’ coasters. have a pet burro, and sell turquoise jewelry on the agua fria freeway. it’ll be everything i’ve ever wanted and more.
