i'm in l.a., trick

summer sweaters and scarves and inconsistent weather and im having trouble remembering what summer feels like in southern california. nothing is what it should be lately. attempting to keep certain situations out of mind, but doing the exact opposite, unintentionally singing second voice to every dashboard confessional song i hear and it freaks me out.

i am addicted to: twitter, apple iPod touch applications, mountain dew, ebay, string cheese, thrift stores, sleep, being awake, sytycd, coffee smells, man purses, polaroids, mixtapes to myself, and the sheer genious fashion senses of blake lively, camilla belle, and whitney port

wth, I spelled "genius" wrong
gayyyy