facelesscow

I rode a bike up to Cecily's house a couple of hours ago. It hurts. My brain is a half-opened can of cranberry sauce. Frank Lloyd Wrong is playing at Bear's Place on May 19th... that should be about the coolest thing ever. Although, I'm not sure why I've written that down here, as noone will read it. I say to my fellow man, rejoice for our saviour is near. bow thine head and touch the soil. There's a storm a comin'. Its a trap!!!! tour 2004... Admiral Akbar approved.

i mean... who keeps a journal these days? i'm 24 and maybe i haven't exactly lived up to my potential. in high school i was declared a "future leader", but where does that fit in to what i've made for myself now? i think i'll keep drawing pictures of superheroes and see where that gets me... and then i'll go back to school and learn how to teach others what i never really learned (or something just as profoundly confounded). maybe i'll work full time and pay back my debts. or maybe i'll save the money i have and skip the country with my sweet stuff in tow. it is way too early for thoughts so big. i'm not made to be up before noon. i'm not ma