i think god has it out for me.
he truly just likes to fuck with my head
today was fucking terrible
sure i made rent, i make lights, but i didn't make cable, or groceries(enter sad face)
this evening was, on the awesome scale, about a 5
wrote some more of those words that have the rhyme schemes
and got to see the sox's ruin the rockies(not that i dislike the rockies, it's just hard to not root for Big Papi)
and i re-found my beat up little tiger guitar
i think it deserves some photos.
that is tomorrows goal
that and finding my tambourine, i swear it must have grown cute little legs and then ran off to some dance parties without me.(those parties must be fuckin' exclusive, percussion only. unless you have a pass)
well i'm going to try and work away on my room
wish me luck.
-Love Tristan Gray.
ps. Life, Fuck Yeah!
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