and it's as real as true love.
drunkenly listened to mogwai and painted/wrote last night before passing out on the couch as my bed was covered in mountains of clothes.
one day, soon i'm hoping, i will be an adult with a clean room, not buried under my years of hording clothes and/or inability to give up that t-shirt i never wear anymore but loved my sophomore year of high school.
ah, memories, always holding me back. as are my pack rat tendancies.
i'll post that flier soon enough, and the bands on the roof thing seems to be falling apart, so we'll see about that. doomsday was epic, and i lost my croquet mallet at si amigos (i think?). chevys invovled boob balloons and a huge u shaped table. we basically over took everywhere we went, bumming out families, etc. as per usual.
neko case always stuck in my head; she was so good last week. so happy i ended up going to that. her and croquet and doomsday are all jumbled together in my head right now. everything blurs together so easily.
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