photofinnish.
Haven't been here in a while. Things are OK. I bought my AP tickets today. March 28th, Glass House. Barack Obama is officially our president,
my dog died.
He got parvo and I couldn't afford to treat it so they had to put him down. And I feel so numb. He wasn't even
guilty pleasure;
I should update this more. I don't think anyone reads it much though. Twitter and Xanga rule my life. Hum hum hum. My boyfriends a
summertime festival.
I'm catching the heat that this sun is sending No more lies, I haven't been pretendingtoday. Nothing could feel more right then right nowWe're preparing
they don't know us anyway.
I'm relatively happy today. I hope it doesn't change. I have to go clean. Bye.
breathe in deep and say goodbye;
[I'm eating a cookie.] Yeah my grandma sent us some bomb cookies. I miss her so much. I wish I was back east for Christmas.
aren't you tragic
It's the way you talk, the way you catch her eye.It's the way you stop, make her heart just die.It's how you don't look back
It's Christmas time;
I have a boyfriend. And he's darling and I just want to cuddle him all night. He's sweet. I like talking on the phone with
Blowin' In The Wind;
Bob Dylan and I had breakfast together. Apples, graham crackers and tea. He loves me. And I love him. Cameron likes me. For now. I
John Lennon would stop the war;
He would have voted no on prop 8, too. This made me cry and laugh and wish and hope. Cry about a great man's death.Laugh
I won the award for biggest idiot.
I walked to his house. Because I thought maybe, he would feel me there. And maybe he would tell me all the things that everyone












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