I put some whiskey into my whiskey, I put some heartbreak into my heart, I put my boots on that old dance floor

I feel so icky lately. these feelings must be driven on by my extremely loathsome actions and the 18th century seduction novels we're reading in class.  i just want something whole and complete and clean and good.

i just want a clean slate, a chance to start over.

turn out the light, the party's over.

to willie: phosphorescent.

sleeping should be done between the hours of 11pm-8am, not 6am-9am or 3pm-8pm. 

they say that all good things must end: gotta get focused.

why the hell is this underlined?

getting sick, runny snotty nose.

I need to see Tracy Lawrence live in concert.

Some of my favorite hours of the year so far were spent in a Las Vegas hotel room and casino. 

Today I received this message from a high school teacher in Los Angeles: "Huge Publix sign in the stadium. makes me think of you. hope ur having a good day"

pink roses, owls, frasier, 8 hours of work, and some strawberries on super bowl sunday,

yes.