I went COSMIC BOWLING (don't ask) last night, which was made infinitely more awesome by having glow-in-the-dark nailpolish spattered all over my jeans.
Downside is, I'm ******** sore from running around flying kites and hurling stupid bowling balls in the gutter 'till eleven. But it's a good kind of arghh-my-legs feeling.
UPSIDE! The new Matches CD, A Band In Hope (it's a pun! lawlz!) is coming in like eleven days. I'm really excited. I've been listening to Wake the Sun and Point Me Toward (? I dunno. Linux won't let me see the rest of the title. BUT IT'S EXCELLENT! Earcandy ftw.) like constantly. It gives me little spindly chills of happiness all up and down the back of my neck.
...also, when you swear UP and DOWN that you will never, ever, evers in a million years smoke marijuana recreationally, you shouldn't do it, you stupid b*****d. And now you're getting HIGH every weekend with your friends? NO! Ugh. People, world, you suck.
What else...?
Nothing. Guess I'm done for now.
Love
Addy
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Daevyr's Log: Titles Are Overrated
It's just a place where I keep thoughts or images that I want to be able to find later.
When the moon is full, I turn into a werewolf and I eat people.
I grow fangs and claws and an appetite for flesh.
I am writing a book
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of love poetry.[/size:08e4a7e065]
I grow fangs and claws and an appetite for flesh.
I am writing a book
[img:08e4a7e065]http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c138/taintedivory/sketch3-1.jpg[/img:08e4a7e065]
of love poetry.[/size:08e4a7e065]