"i'll kill her, for real."

soko is so cute.

and i'm starting to feel like the three wisemen in the nativity story. except instead of gold, frankincense and myrrh, i bring t-shirts, cds and posters.

(it was pretty cute on me lol)

"she'll dump your ass for a model named brendan...i'll kill her."
sokooooooooooooooooooo!

River Graffiti

Yeah, things are cool right now.

egyptian ratscrew.

fuck, this blog becomes so tedious when sean michael doesn't post.
damn him and his lack of need to post as therapy. but at least one of us is miserable enough to carry on with posting!!! haha

uhh...

melt melt melt

WHY DOES HELLHOLE RATRACE ALWAYS COME ON WHILE I'M POSTING?

IT'S A SIGNNNNNN.

last fucking day of school tomorrow. then i will be free. then antics to ensue.

torture.

i've moved on from de clérambault's syndrome, now that there isn't even hope, i've developed a werther-complex.

Oftentimes I say to myself, "Thou alone art wretched: all other mortals are happy, none are distressed like thee!" Then I read a passage in an ancient poet, and I seem to understand my own heart. I have so much to endure! Have men before me ever been so wretched?

of course, that poet is alfred.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck what is wrong with me. i know what is wrong with me, but i will never tell. i will keep it inside until i have an ulcer to die from. :)

DENY DENY DENY

i'm breaking down. even mrs esteban knows i'm dying inside. i don't know how to distract myself from this flight. i mean, plight. i mean, saucy little choir boys. i'm sorry, that's actually unrelated.

am i aloneeeee?

im sick and tired of the way that i feel,
im sick of dreaming and its never for real.
im all alone with my deep thoughts.
im all alone with my heartache and my good intentions.

that song comes on just now as i writing this. i think i'm still lookign for signs.

I DONT HAVE CONTROL OVER MY OWN BRAIN ANYMORE. WTF IS WRONG WITH...





THIS.........

sean michael has graduated!

his hat didn't fit...

but it fit me.

this has "iconic photograph" potential. or something.

just because everyone loves him.

...and just because no one loves him.

just kidding. lots of people love sean michael.
even i love this stupid boy sometimes...maybe....

based on the above statement, i'd say my lunchtime-group is taking effect on me. frightening!

i cried while we sang. oh well. but i was wearing my favorite stilettos and semi-high waisted alexander mcqueen shorts, which somehow makes everything excellent.

coco, casimir & genvieve.

(people should use ampersands more.
anywho, i was going to quote the sorrows of young werther at you all until your eyes bleed, but instead i have the ludicrous adventures of coco, casimir & genvieve, by sean michael.)

Xxzxczx Me

surprise!

hair is fuckin black now niggas
goodbye purple!