kissing my (imagined?) advanced taste in music goodbye as i sing and dance to Hellogoodbye while cleaning my house. i’ve forgotten how catchy this band is, and despite my claims about “loving jazz” and other pretentious genres, i’d much rather lose myself in some catchy-as-fuck, mindless, synthy pop-punk.
Is Zach O’Bea the most important indie fuck in the LV (insert culture subgroup here) scene?
yes. i am. except for michael. hes fucking authentic.
im over it.
take me to back to argentina someone, i miss mi buenos aires querido.
bout to go drown myself in football and commercials, hopefully get my mind off this shit.
i’m tired. of multiple things.
lets get on with this already.
i am an ableton machine. churning out icy electro like its nothinnnn. eat it, karin dreijer andersson. im better at being The Knife than you are.
wish i had a teleporter/mind reading device, so i could be with you right now and also know wtf youre thinking, because frankly, youre a puzzle i try (and fail) to figure out everyday.
kevins dad is being deployed, and hes probably gonna have to move away from me. fucking crushed. why do all my best friends have to go away once i realize that theyre my best friend? hopefully mom and dad are cool with the idea of having a new brother and his little brother living with us.
fuck school, i have bio in 7 hours.
fuck yeah gucci mane, yet another musical gem that i shouldnt enjoy but really really do.
also, stop being a stranger, you.
