my saturday night..

consist of sitting at home, getting ready, getting my hopes up, to failing plans, losing "potes" , never ending search for tree, post, burnit, blasted, home, and calling it a night.

ugh, and i have to spend my whole sunday, in safeway.

l u c k y m e.

* I'm so iconoclastic; I'm clastic! I only want you to think I'm fantastic.
I'll participate in what you believe, If you give me the attention!
Yeah, yeah that's the only compensation, I want to be included in your conversation.

ps: now, have you forgotten about me?