#305.
Another day at work, today. It was alright though, I think I'm getting used to this whole working every Sunday. Yeah I mean sure it kills a lot of the time I could be spending with my friends, but yeah, lately my friends have been coming in to hang out with me, so, really, it's not that bad. :)


You've been on my mind a lot lately and it's seriously taking everything I've got to not vomit word after word of corniness and 'I miss you's' to you. But then again I think the universe is letting loose. I'm letting loose. Oh god I'm letting loose. Was out til almost twelve Friday, and I was so sure my parents were going to give me an ass whooping, but fortunately, they believed the bullshit I was spilling to them. I feel a little bad now. Oh what fucking ever.
I need to do my writing folio or else I am going to die tomorrow under the hand of Ms. M. Fuck you Graffiti Moon!

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
I ♥ Phoenix, (500) days of summer, double entendres, unmade beds, autumn, Chopin, syncopated melodies, G7 chords and things that make me feel.

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