The rantings, musings, tangents and misadventures of life that come from the heart through the misty filter of insomnia.
There's also a lot of music involved.
27 year old sleepless workaholic with a penchance for music and a guy with a guitar. Also have a bad habit of landing oneself in numerous fuck ups. In short, my mother is going to kill me...
4 comments:
Die bitch! Die!
hehehe.
Exactly.
And this is not singledom talking. This is anti-exploitive hype talking.
Oooh. That's gotta sting.
now you gotta pluck his wings like a helpless little flying ant. fat fuck.
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