I've never been so happy to see a photograph of me
then when graced with your company.

i just went outside to go to the mailbox, and there was an enormous pile of leaves at the bottom of the steps that smelled like fall should. it was cool, and then i walked right through it, which was fun. anyways. im real bored right now. havent had much to do in the way of work today, so im takign it real slow, and taking an hours worth of work and stretching it to all day.

i was thinking about two things today. one was how come i never remember my dreams. i can usually remember that ive had one, but i never have a clue what the hell was happening in it. which sucks, cause my only memory of last nights was that it was fucked up, but real fun.

the second thing was from yesterday, when adam found my beer boxes of clothes in my closet. and he said people should sell clothes by the box. it would work to. they would all be one size fits all. the gangster box has baggy assed jeans, and a baggy basketball jersey. the gothic box also has real baggy clothes, but every thign is black, adn has chains and zippers where you really dont need them. the hipster box has tight ripped jeans, and a tshirt with a band name that isnt even a real band on it. so that, in case it becomes a band, said hipster can be all "i had their shirt before you even knew they were a band". i could probably think of more, but i dotn feel like it right now. so im going to go visit tim-tim.

ps. i really want to hear this song:

admit it -by- say anything

Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled
I worry about how this album will sell
Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety