January 2010
i guess i wasnt gonna be on tumblr more than i thought i was going to be.
this writing mood comes and goes, you know?
i’d like it to be there more often, so i have something productive to do, so i have an outlet of sorts. but it comes and goes. and comes and goes. or my videogames call. i blame videogames for most of my problems in life. thanks to videogames, i’m always home. thanks...
i learned a pentatonic scale today.
and cried tears of joy.
“i’m so happy. cause today i found my friends; they’re in my head.”
“Sex therapists claim that the most effective way to arouse a girl is to spend 10...”
“i look at you all. see the love there that’s sleeping. while my guitar,...”
“Maruchan!”
i want to sleep in a crib.
“how many brothers fell victim to the streets?
rest in peace young nigga,...”
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“and here i am sitting at home with a plate of warm apple strudel thinking of...”
binhi movie night
i’d say a little hectic, but they had a good movie and a good atmosphere; and aside for the little catfight here and there (totally normal, yeah) i’d say it was a memorable night.
kinda.
well almost.
a special thank you goes out to the little hobo that made my day.
i wish i had the pictures to post up, but i guess i’ll have to wait awhile for those.
i traded ONE kernel of...
sad face.
” why cant we all just get along? “
is it me, or is jay leno just being a little too selfish?
its undeniable that he’s an icon in his trade. in the realm of the late night talkshow and its hosts, jay leno has guaranteed his own place - right next to david letterman, in the annals (not trying to be funny here) of its history. both of them have been up there, they have set the...
“come gather round people, wherever you roam.
and admit that the waters, around...”
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“so i asked my girlfriend, ’ if i bought you an xbox for your birthday,...”
bibliotheque:
Feist/Inside & Out
i...
“my ipod on shuffle, singlehandedly dictates my entire day.”
California has more than a 99% chance of having a... →
(via soupsoup)
“Mirrors on the ceiling; the pink champagne on ice.
We are all just prisoners...”
first post.
TALK ABOUT ON THE WHIM.
ITS 2:04 AM ON AN ODDLY CHILLY JANUARY NIGHT, AND I FIND MYSELF ON MY VERY ON TUM-BELL-ER.
DAMMIT. I WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE ON THIS. I WASNT SUPPOSED TO GET ONE! I WASNT SUPPOSED TO CONFORM! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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but its 2 in the morning. and im lonely. and the voice that usually keeps me awake, the voice that moderates my impulsive-ness, the voice that...