i rode my bike to april/emmy/analisa's, and my fucking back tire went completely flat while i wasin the house. so upon leaving i was trudged around for air, got some, biked some blocks, and headed to kyle haas's bday. all in all, the trip home was about 7.2 miles, most of which was walking. fucking retarded.
BUT the whole way home i hoped some girl would come out of some party and fall in my arms, fall in my lips. very early on in my journey i met a girl named megan at a party and i kept wishing she wasn't miles away so i could go back and kiss her.
now i'm home and aaaaah i wanna some someone. god dammit.
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