So there’s this old barber shop in Old Torrance next to my job that is apparently abandoned but the inside of all the windows are lined with newspapers from the sixties. A considerable amount are about President Kennedy’s assassination.
So if you are mildly obsessed with the Kennedy’s [like I am] you might find this as fascinating as I do.
Update: this is now a damn fine pizza place.
Going through my own text posts remind me that I like myself and that is always a reminder worth having.
I require soup and a back rub as I am sick as a motherfucker and want to die.
Also! Can someone please do my homework? I’ll buy you a peanut butter cup…
It’s totally worth it.
"I’ve been drinking about you."
i hope all of you get to makeout w/ someone hot at a shitty party while one of these new arctic monkeys tracks plays in the background
"Ok so our ideal Vampire Weekend. We get a black convertible. um, cruise down Melrose, and pick up two or three goth chicks. Then you got the goth chicks in the car, and you drive out to a goth club. And you hang out at the goth club and you drink mojitos, and bloody marys, and beer. And then after that you get a designated driver to drive you and the goth chicks to the beach and it’s still night time at that point. You have a bonfire, and you hang out, and you sing songs. Next morning get breakfast, sleep in, do it all again Saturday night. Sunday, take it a little easier. With the goth chicks. Sunday take it easy with the goth chicks maybe lay off the booze cause you’re a little hung over, and buy cherry cokes for everybody. And then you drink cherry cokes with the goth chicks, drop them off at their mom’s house, return the car, and guess what it’s Monday time for work but uh. You had a great weekend, you don’t have the Monday blues, you had a Vampire Weekend, ok?"
|Me:||i'm over my crush
"I fall in love with everything. I also hate everything. It’s very hard to be a misanthrope and a romantic."