blah blah blah.

when something you have loved since before you knew what love was begins to die, you lose those bits of hope and orange peel around your heart that you thought you were clinging on to, but that you now realize matter little if they are there or not.





something i like about my best friend james isaacs:
i can make him download all the stupid GI Joe voice overs and dissect the past three seasons of degrassi with me at 3am when he just wants to sleep because its his birthday, and he'll stay on the phone way longer than he wants to because he knows that when i need him i just need him and he doesnt care.




oh also, i saw three black cats while driving home sometime last week, and since
A. i believe in premonitions
and
B. i have had bad luck with seeing black cats in the past

im hoping there isn't more bad shit coming in my june.