"Imagine a city where graffiti wasn't illegal, a city where everybody drew whatever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a party where everyone was invited, not just the estate agents and barons of big business. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall - it's wet. “ - Banksy


it was bloody cold.

Saturday, March 26, 2011


I am just going to assume that nobody reads this. Since the facebook layout changed it's pretty hard to just stumble upon the link to this page unless you're doing some quality stalking. Which I know you all are ;) Plz don't be a hater if this blog becomes an online diary. Deal with it and don't read it if it bugs you. Coolio.

Guys are really hard to figure out. They always change back and forth, going from being really sweet and cute to nunna that and uninterested. It's so confusing. I don't know what to think. Especially when you go really quiet when we talk and hang out...I need to know what you're thinking and that you're okay and be reassured that you still dig me, ya dig? And I think you feel the same. I haven't seen you in ages and I miss you.

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