The Rules of Attraction.

"I want to know you," Sean whines.
"What?"
"Know you. I want to know you." Pleading.
"What does that mean? Know me?" I ask him. "Know me? No one ever knows anyone. Ever. You will never know me."

You just described every great success story.

"Maybe I didn't really know you.

Maybe you were just a mirage.

Maybe the world is full of food and sex and spectacle

and we're all just hurling towards an apocalypse,

in which case it's not your fault.

I've been thinking about all these things and...

you're probably standing there monitoring.

And one more thing - about the letter.

Nuke it.

 Flame it.

Destroy it.

- It hurts me to know it's out there.

Later."

Suck It.

I miss being 18. Maybe that's why I still act like a child. Also, old photobucket accounts are ridiculous. Oh, & I need to win the lottery.
k, thx.

Let's fly, let's fly away.

 

I think everything corny is BARF but Mr. Frank Sinatra makes the barf factor go way down. I enjoy him very much. He makes me want to dance with a boy.

A-hey, a-hey-hey.

You gotta try and make me testify for here and right now.

great pain becomes vivid by reinvestigating the cliches--

it shuts us in an eternity where yesterday blurs with the distant past.

why, why, why?

I'm not much for words at the moment. Also, I'm pretty much making this for entertainment purposes only. Not mine. Maybe yours. Mostly Lindsay. Okay, so I lied. It might be a little bit for me.

Hmmm... I got nothing right now. That's weird. Very very weird.
Night.