Another Saturday Night and I Ain't Got Nobody...
Ok, so it's Friday night, not Saturday, but I don't wanna change the song. It doesn't sound cool with Friday. Wow, Lynchburg sucks. And my friends are being boring, not wanting to go anywhere or do anything. I CAN'T SIT HERE ANYMORE!! AHH!!! Going crazy ... I need a show, a Steak 'n' Shake and some bandy guys. I would seriously pay anyone bandy to go w/ me to a show - any show, I'm desperate here - jump around, be crazy, stay out really late, come home with that goofy grin of show-happiness on our faces and just have a great time with me. There is something therapeutic about a dark club, loud music, no cares but having fun.
Switching gears drastically, my poor fish, Paul Baby, is somewhere inbetween death and life. He lays on the bottom of the tank, upside down, but he's still breathing. Then he gets up and swims somwhere else and lays down again. Maybe it's because I'm feeding him beta food ...
Switching gears drastically, my poor fish, Paul Baby, is somewhere inbetween death and life. He lays on the bottom of the tank, upside down, but he's still breathing. Then he gets up and swims somwhere else and lays down again. Maybe it's because I'm feeding him beta food ...
Its reassuring to know that people across the ocean have the same small town troubles as myself. Todays my 25th birthday and theres nothing to do. Tomorrow me and a bunch of friends are going out of town for some late night/early morning craziness. Youre welcome to join us if you can get a quick flight!
ash@nineteen85.com
Posted by
Anonymous |
11:37 AM
Across the ocean? How does she expect you to get there? People.
;)
Posted by
Angela |
8:30 PM
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