dear subconscious,

you should be doing my dirty work but i dont know how thats possible. since you've brought this man and his band into my dreams i can't stop thinking about him when i'm awake. i'm pretty sure thats just adding fuel to the fire, but hey, you made it that way missy!

i always knew i was my own worst enemy. but even as i type this, there's a smile on my face. and i'm 99.9% sure when i get done typing this that i'm going to go watch his videos... yup pretty sure.

this is what i've succumb to:


only, i wouldn't use the word "love"... in fact i wouldn't use that last sentence at all, but hey this is all hypotethical anyhow.

psssh; like my subconscious can read!!

oh well in conclusion, i'm a giggly mess now. thank you. these always turn out bad.

with love and hate,
-sam.

ps - at least you picked a really good guy though. i mean... our favorite candy bar is twix, neither of us eat meat, we love anchorman and canucks, and in all his blogs, i have only found one spelling/grammar mistake--its just too bad you had to pick someone on the opposite side of the fucking country. but thats ok, he's touring more and more now anyways. maybe later in the relationship i can talk him into moving to this coast ahahahhahah

oh relationship, what's that again?!
boyfriend?! i even forgot what that means.

but things are good.
:D