dijo el Sombrerero loco

I would really like to see Sileni. And for everyone I know to listen to My Hands Burn by Nataly Dawn, via her Myspace: /natalydawn.

NAPS ARE SAD

On days where you are alone in your apartment and have enough time to dedicate eleven and a half hours to In Cold Blood, start to finish, boring longwinded 150-page conclusion included
when you realize everybody is an asshole and you are only close to one person on the planet who's not your mother
laughing at even Robert Downey Jr.'s impressions of Charlie Chaplin onscreen
watching Flight of the Conchords episodes three and four on alternate repeat
and all you've had to eat this day is Flamin' Hot Cheetos and a super chocolate chip cookie
and you're on Livejournal
after painting a painfully Easter-colored owl shaped like a Christmas tree
3am:


that's loneliness, folks.