Paul and Ringo in Milwaukee, Wisconsin 1964.
I live about an hour away from there. if only I was born 40 years earlier.
holy balls that
vilebred. a great band from philly pennsylvania. “Why can’t i hang with souls, not faces?”
this is what happens to high school drop outs.
picture taken on the red line subway, chicago, march 2009.
its too easy for ppl to have access of me when im on there. IMs from ppl left and right that i do not wish to talk to but there is no hiding. and theres no approving comments on your wall before they are posted, which is never good. i feel very vunerable.
anywho, im getting sick, my throat feels dry and it makes me want a cig even more. im bored tired and lonely. i went in to hibernation this entire weekend except for friday night.
and right now im pretending to be delightful to those who are IMing me and trying to watch “my own private idaho” on youtube.
and im impatiently waiting for a call from my ex boyfriend. ya ever hear “we need to talk” and the first thing that comes to mind is “FUCK”? well thats what it is..
this ceiling fan is awfully loud, and the light is brighter than the fucking sun. it is giving me a headache.
