i
had
some
buttons.
but i lost them.
We always forget,
choose not to remember,
watch time eat us,
watch us eat us.
Everything’s about eating.
Time is made up of eating and eateries and entrées.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
it's hella weird when you're one person at night and a totally different person the next morning. it's like a bipolar batman. loll. okay nevermind. im fine now. just numb. and tomorrow morning when i wake up its the same thing all over again. and then it's school. and back to slave-ing for some cause i know nothing about.
well whatever. no point emo-ing about i guess. think it took my brother to ive me a good wake up call this morning. i guess its just that i've been fighting my entire life for myself and the ones i love, that sometimes, i suppose.. you need to put away with your pride and just beg and crawl when times call for it. so... i guess i will. it's difficult i suppose. and it's something i need to work on. but once i let go, it'll be easier. pride.. isn't everything. yup.
brin bit this at ; 2:49 AM
because i'm queing, i'm waiting.
hola!
my name's brin.
i'm not Spanish, i just like using the word "hola".
i'm twenty-one, but only til' next year.
if you bring alan rickman to my house, i'll marry you.
okay, maybe not, but i'll give you some chocolate for the ride back.
just so i won't get arrested.
Thanks to:
Terry Richardson, for the lovely Macaulay Culkin photo which i've edited.
Celestial Star Brushes and Inobscuro Brushes.
Photobucket for hosting my crap.
And the words are by yours truly.
Remember, i love you, so don't rip me off.
Or else, í'll have to spank you.