someday you will die and somehow something else will steal your carbon

i had a dream i was awake but then when i went to sleep i had amazing dreams but whenever i woke up i was in a horror-movie-esque setting. i tried pondering what this could mean, but i decided first that talking about one's dreams is dumb and second that it probably means nothing un-emo.

hot emo.

i'm listening to m.i.a.'s arular, arcade fire's neon bible, modest mouse's we were dead before the ship even sank, and the beastie boys' the mix up. ah like them all. i got them from olivia's amazing house. her house also got me to stop drinking english breakfast tea and start rocking my old chai self. score.

is your house burning down or is there frankincense about?

i want to sex your cat. on your bed. BAHAHA.

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anyways. i feel like shit.

i better not have permanently hurt my back. oh hell no.

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chuck norris.

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i'm at the brewpubbery with my compatriots, i'll be back in a jiffy.

goddamn

sheeple, all listening to the weather. stand outside. 5:00. not snowing. OH MY GOSH, GUYS, CANCEL ALL OUR PLANS.

stand outside. 6. yeah, it's snowing. there is enough that i can only see most of the grass. oh dear. this has never happened before. are we safe? it's.. oh goodness..

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modest mouse was amazing. christ christ christ. they played so many songs but curfew is curfew. i hate the default encore.

my throat hurts. it smelled like weed WERY BAD. mostly from screaming the lyrics. i need to get the new album THIS VERY MOMENT.

they didn't play dance hall. i'm listening to it a million times to compensate.

do not wear isaac brock hats. ever.

i need to learn to play banjo.

i never got to say goodbye to tuiggy.

andre was there. my parents wouldn't shut up about how goddamn cool he is. are we the only people who think his old man was better than udae as the translator? it was like.. more creative. and andre himself is cooler. i sound like them. ahem.