so apparently i can't post straight from flickr to tumblr.
epic fail of mass proportions.
so the blogger blog stays open, and hopefully i can figure this out. because wtf.
classic 80's hilary. sleep was a priority from the start.
1:54 AM
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we're moving. please follow us.
11:30 PM
i've decided i like the look and feel of Tumblr better than blogger.
i'm a horrible, horrible person. and a traitor. but.
i may keep this going, considering i just realized i have 12 followers. WHO ARE YOU ALL?!?!? FOLLOW ME TO MY TUMBLR!
and if you're too lazy... well, i'll miss you. and your lack of comments on my posts. you silent heroes, you will be missed.
FIN.
oh. right.
CLICK HERE PLZKTHNX
i'm a horrible, horrible person. and a traitor. but.
i may keep this going, considering i just realized i have 12 followers. WHO ARE YOU ALL?!?!? FOLLOW ME TO MY TUMBLR!
and if you're too lazy... well, i'll miss you. and your lack of comments on my posts. you silent heroes, you will be missed.
FIN.
oh. right.
CLICK HERE PLZKTHNX
his and her closets
1:40 AM
beginning to evaluate who is in my life right now.
who counts,
who i thought counted, and has either a) let me down, or b) i've let down,
who is floundering and at risk of disappearing if i don't hold on tight,
who i miss. incredibly.
who no longer counts.
i'm starting to run into strong forces breaking my faith in people.
i put far too much faith in people to begin with.
and it's all unraveling.
the result: ultimate disappointment.
but seriously folks. two days off from jack's should do me some good, and return to my normal non-food related scent.
who counts,
who i thought counted, and has either a) let me down, or b) i've let down,
who is floundering and at risk of disappearing if i don't hold on tight,
who i miss. incredibly.
who no longer counts.
i'm starting to run into strong forces breaking my faith in people.
i put far too much faith in people to begin with.
and it's all unraveling.
the result: ultimate disappointment.
but seriously folks. two days off from jack's should do me some good, and return to my normal non-food related scent.
these lonely days
12:16 AM
Work,
Work work work work. Work, work work. Work work work, work work, work! Work... work. Work work. WORK. Work.
Work,
Work.
Seriously? Jack Astor's is seeping into my pores.
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