Don’t stop believin’
I love this song (and video). It reminds me of two things: Donna Jensen in Silver Springs, Nevada and the time I got fucked inside a FedEx van just outside my friend’s former house in London back in the dark ages.
Anthony Joseph Fletcher if you are reading this, I have two words: MARIANNE. PIGEON.
SEND ME SMS MESSAGES MOTHER FUCKERS! IT’S 6:38AM… I WANT TO WAKE UP WITH LOTS OF MESSAGES ON MY PHONE. I KNOW I DON’T REPLY TO ALL OF THEM BUT I READ ALL OF YOUR MESSAGES AND THEY ALL MAKE ME SMILE.
(except the ones from idiots who ask if I’m Bryanboy or not and people who ask me if they can be my
I’ll update properly when I get up. I’m knackered!