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we thought you was a toad.
i used to love doing this. hi banana, i miss you all the way from texas.
untill his room started getting emptier and emptier.
i dont understand why im so upset about this, not like i love the guy or anything.
FUCK.
do i look like a brontausorus?
please say yes, they are my favorite.
hot chocolate here i comez, into my mouth plzzzz.
i want to dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me.
ive been talking on the phone all day with luis and its making me happy. i want to leave my house, i need to leave my house. i have a full tank of gas but no money. i want to lay in the grass i want to be a cat. or a bat, but not fat. got dat?
“No cheesy velvet rope here. Every Tues. night a small, eclectic group of styled out twentysomethings descend on the Fallout Lounge on Exposition Ave. in Fair Park. The bar’s weekly dance party and collaborative, dubbed Disqo Disco, was started by Gian Carlos, Preston Deanda and Sean Humphrey. At a recent outing, the mussed hair, Converse-wearing set included an energized , electric group of students, waiters, stylists, photographers, a model and an American Apparel employee or two — all shakin’ it to electro-disco-club tunes.”
-dallas morning news [http://shoppingblog.dallasnews.com/archives/2009/02/snapped-disqo-disco-at-fallout.html]
another one down the drain. yay.
this made me feel alot better, chris is awsome.
seriously, i cant stop. DANGER.