hope she'll be a fool.

how is it that after reading the great gatsby twenty-six time that i STILL watch for the longest day of the yeah and then...... I MISS IT.

how does that work out?

ya know, as i sit here in my fort, looking at the ugly yellow of my graduation robe the only thought racing through my head is the fact that I wish I had someone in my life to tell me when I had food stuck in my teeth.
end of story, case closed, send it to the printers.

I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch, an onion patch, an onion patch.

I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch, an onion patch, an onion patch.