I was watching This Must Be the Place earlier (le film), and once the scene where "This Must Be the Place" plays (la chanson), my dumbass started welling tears to the brim. Too much white zin. Someone is snoring too loudly next door. And the lamp in my room is far too bright. I need another glass because I am terribly bored.
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- Damn that bastard
- four am
- do apple juice and whiskey go well together?
- truth
- casualties of the weekend
- I disorient them when I'm stern. Only because I'm ...
- scoundrel
- Am I dying yet?
- dark night poem (uncollected)
- unheard
- and I'm not the kind who tries to
- Electronic liferuiners
- soar eighty
- play the home song
- I'm happy for you baby. But I don't wanna know.
- garlic
- It's time
- obsessed with sleep
- sneeze
- list of my October favorites
- lossser
- can't think about getting slammed
- I'm fucking pissed
- Oh well
- ripped roll
- early-twenties hobbies
- post-sunday shits
- post-shitface
- Bieber Pong
- Punctuality
- schweppes and seagram's whiskeyboy
- v anal about ipod organization
- I literally spent thirty odd minutes taking pictur...
- "I'd probably still adore you with your hands ar...
- my emotional attachments are very fucked up
- sweat
- ru
- drunk at a coffee shop
- nearly 2am
- what shit
- idiots
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