I solved everything last night by running away to Destin to Barnes and Noble on a mission to purchase a new book.
So far, it's great and unfortunately somewhat romantic.
THEN I ordered a book from Amazon when I got home so hopefully that will get here by the time I'm done with this book.
I just need books and music surrounding myself and my stupid, stupid, pathetic heart.
I also went into full John Cusack-in-almost-every-movie-he's-in mode and placed my camera (while it was recording and I was driving) by my lips and started to talk. About everything, as if I were a detective, whispering facts and suspicions into my recordable tape player. I don't know if I have the heart to go back and listen to these videos that film only the road from the driver's seat and have my sniffling, stuttering mess recorded for nearly 6 minutes.
Oh yeah... HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
Currently Listening to: Sunset Rubdown
Sunday, June 15, 2008
As if you didn't know it would sting, kissing the beehive.
Posted by Sairuh at 3:02:00 PM
Labels: father's day, john cusack, pathetic
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spill
Where can I type it out to you that isn't on here?
you mean blogger?
be thankful i didn't say a superior dimension where secrets are colours and only those you choose can see them (says me, crying a little)
Haha.
And yes, blogger.
It's not even a big deal anyway. I just don't want anyone else to see it if I ever give out the link to this blog.
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