Shit.

July 29th, 2005 § 0 comments § permalink

Man, I knew this was going to happen.  I finally make up my mind to quit Brussels for Amsterdam, and then I have a great day in Brussels and start thinking that maybe I won’t go, maybe I should stay, I know it so well and am so comfortable here.  Me and Brussels, we’s like peas and carrots.

Ah, fuck.  Oh well.  The wheels are already in motion.  Might as well see where they take me.

Thinking.

July 28th, 2005 § 1 comment § permalink

When the world shouts at you to

LEAVE BRUSSELS, LEAVE NOW BEFORE YOU SINGLEHANDEDLY CAUSE DEATH AND DESTRUCTION TO THOSE AROUND YOU

what can you do except listen and oblige?

Countdown:  24 days til liftoff

Like, for real, man (text conversation)

July 28th, 2005 § 0 comments § permalink

Friend: Hey baby you get in trouble with derek or chaz!?

Me: Nah put the pedal to the metal and was only fifteen min late. Gnarly.

Friend: Ur totally bogus Perino!

Me: Dude, like, I think you’re rad

Hey you.

July 26th, 2005 § 1 comment § permalink

You.

Yeah, you.  Sittin there lookin all cool.

With your hair, and those eyes.  In your cool clothes.

Yum.

I think I like you.