January 2012
December 2011
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spending the last few hours of 2011, downloading photoshop cs5. no midnight smooching for me.
Dear Future Me:
i hope you are well and not lying broken and battered worn and torn in a ditch with only the buzzards as company i hope your heart is strung out and someone’s holding onto the kite you’re attached to and that you don’t depend on anyone to live. here’s hoping you’ve seen wonders sailed across this wanton world with drinks at your fingertips and fire in your heart.
favorite celebrity: hello!
me: can I take a picture with you?
favorite celebrity: sure!
me: can you sign this?
favorite celebrity: of course!
me: can you have sex with me?
favorite celebrity: what
me: what
