you walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht.

and i told you to keep the evening of the fifteenth of may open for some crazy-fun.

maybe we'll order some clouds in our coffee.

the ironic thing is this song IS about you, don't you, don't you, don't you.

"it is that he is not fond of the bodegas."

cantaloop.

it's been that kind of a day, where i undyed the agarose cube and jason undid his chemistry homework, and we all sat around and unignored the exciting video on microbiology.

get down tonight.