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My new song...well, not really new. Alexander and I think Eric are the only ones that heard it. It's last one I wrote. For some reason, I have a severe case of writer's block. It's killing me. Arghhh fuck me.

ELOISE. Darling. I've missed you. My life has been full of too much testosterone. Don't want nobody, nobody. Cause, baby, it's you. Baby, it's youuuuu. Yes, those lyrics were dedicated to you.

( ukulele ma-i-na-ku-ma-na )

He's five years old, he wrote this, and he adorably speaks Japanese. I think I'm in love.

This song came on, and it made me smile. I remember dancing to this song with my dad when I was little, and on the tables of his bar. The patrons really got a show there.

I need to pick up George from the shop. I'm glad he's all better.

The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club.
The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club!

Best. Movie. Ever.

During my coughing fit, I watched Fightclub, Not Another Teen Movie, The Adam's Family, The Goonies, and Rocky Horror Picture Show. See, being sick does have its perks.

(Private to Self)
Dad once told me to be kind. Be blunt. Be rude. Be sarcastic. Be lovely. Be original. Be anyone who I wanted to be, and flaunt it to the world. He's not taking his own advice. It's coming to a point where I don't know him anymore.

I don't understand math, and I hate it. I thought you should know.

On a lighter note, I found a line song that actually makes me wanna dance. Someone do the Cupid Shuffle with me.

Sigh. I need to do the groceries...because apparently, groceries for my dad is buying beer and Dunkin Donuts.