Sunday, October 25, 2009


We had a conversation. I was nervous. It was almost as good as when you sat infront of me for that one play, and we made eye contact and my brain turned into mush.

This cannot go on like this. It's bad. So, MM, if you ever read this, and you figure me out, for goodness' sake, please be kind, I am just a sad little girl who thinks you are the coolest.

In other news: I have two new tattoos, done by a lovely gentleman named Dylan. He is pretty great. As far as dudes that aren't John go, he is extraordinary. I like him.

A lot.

I need to shower and get ready, it's time to party.

1 comment:

emma said...

tattoo pictures? please, maybe, just for fun?