March 2012
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“Hay poco dinero pero hay muchas balas. Hay poca comida pero hay muchas balas,...”
– Calle 13 - La Bala
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someone steal me away for spring break please.
i’m dreading the idea of staying in the city for another week at this point.
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February 2012
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WatchMy mom and my dog are both a little bit crazy and I miss them.
you know you love any band when...
you don’t have to make a list detailing why you’re superior to any of their other listeners.
but seriously, KIDS THESE DAYS MAAAN (I can say that now because I’m getting old)
making french toast
because i still haven’t gone to sleep and it’s breakfast time so i hope this tricks my mind into thinking i just woke up from a wonderful slumber.
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extraneousterrain:
If you could go back, would...
dear bn, please play a show in the ny area before i move out of the country, bamboozle doesn’t count because your set will be too short and the day price is too high to pay for only one good band. love, chaska.
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“Red, gold, I told. We don’t play fair. Red, gold, I told. We never stand...”
doing everything i can to keep busy in this apartment because my mind isn’t letting me fall asleep.
i really need to find more people to talk to at these hours so i don’t feel so stir crazy and alone all the time, i really hate being left with my own thoughts and no one to bounce them off of sometimes. insomniac friends appear please and thanks.
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number 6 is always run away.
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go to sleep before your mind kills you.