Thursday, February 23, 2006

i'm gonna be your number one

i missed bearlys.
and i AM that kind of girl.

i think i produce a noise or some kind of scent that attracts creepy bastards. on my way home from bearlys, a guy was walking in the opposite direction. i turned around at one point, and he had crossed to my side of the street and was walking behind me. he was pretty close, so i stopped to light a cigarette to see if he would walk past me. he bent down to tie his shoe. i kept walking and i got inside my house. after i was inside i hear a knock at my door. this guy was knocking on my fucking door. of course i didnt answer it. i looked out harleys window later and he wasnt there. ugh.

people are talking about synthesizers on locals, and it's making me miss my hammond. i loved that thing.

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