give it to me.

twenty-one.
thanks for the happy birthday wishes, people. thumbs up.

when you’ve got nothing profound left to say, what do you do?
do you just pack it up and stop talking until something comes along that strikes you as huge enough to share?

or do you start to wonder if maybe all the shit that you thought was ground-breaking five years ago was really just as mundane as everything else in the world? and the only reason you didn’t know that is because of how narrow your view of things was…and still is?

i’m going to go take a nap.
"make believe" by weezer is still an awesome album, almost two months after buying it.
good work boys. tip of the cap.

female company wanted. slightly out of shape 21 year old white male. neurotic. paranoid. will write unflattering songs about issues in the relationship. massive superiority complex about his pop music preferences. enjoys giving gifts. enjoys receiving them more. smokes, does drugs. doesn’t drink. willing to give up either drugs or smoking. not both. plays in a band. beep beep.

-jav