me-ya-mi.

i'm sitting on the edge of my seat, veritably awaiting any form of sentence structure to come out of these little hands. but i just can't seem to produce anything.

i would like to say whats up to the cast of characters who emerged from miami's 7th underlayer of doom this weekend. it's only saturday, yo.

i would also like to downgrade my cellphone to a tin can and some string. no matter if i lock the keyboard or delete all the people from my address book, it always finds a way to call randoms at odd hours of the night in the middle of odd conversations. my whole life is an odd conversation.

i reaaaaaaallly hate taco bell. but those cheap prices on half-assed burritos. baby, sometimes ur always on my mind.

lil' y doesn't give a fuck if you don't like her headband.