and yes, that is chips and salsa you're seeing. i'm trying to reach over them to type and i probably look really silly. i'm just sitting here waiting for tyson to get off work so we can go to sugarhouse even though the coolness doesnt really exist in that place anymore. i'm pretty sure that the night i drove by and saw that my favorite coffee shop had closed down, that pieces of me closed down too. i need to start painting again. i have some penciled up canvases that are just waiting to be filled. and i beat tyson in ping pong for the first time the other day and then i saw something really funny in their garbage can:
yes, thats a ouija board.
goodnight.
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ps- i'm old and i can like 311.
only if i listen to evanescence or staind would i deserve a comment like that. take it back
are you talking about that sweet little coffee shop on the corner across from barnes and noble? moment of silence if it's closed. sucky. ok, i'll stop blogging on your blog now. is there a blog word for people who do that?
it brings me great happiness to see you on here. but... i'm a little sad that your poetry page has disappeared. is that history? i thought you were going to right a book? you sure are pretty steen. sure are. love, lin
i mean write. crap.
let's have a contest to see whose blog dies first...ready...set...go...
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