it seems to go on and off. i'm going to go meet ibrahim in like, twenty minutes to pick up my shirt, but in the meantime i'm watching scrubs, and juno. god i love the hamburger phone. and su chin.
last night i didn't sleep until like, three or four maybe? which of course is total idiocy. not that it matters because i didn't get a phone call this morning and therefore means i'll be pissed off most of today. so i guess i'm going to go out, meet ibs, buy beer, come home, drink beer and pass out. this is all total bullshit.
not sure why i continue to mutilate myself like this.
"BUT IT'S BREAKFAST FOR SUPPER"
i miss the way your hair fell in your eyes and how you used to hold me.