The Hopelessly Emo Poem from Last Spring

Don't think that I've forgotten,
Don't think that I don't care.

Don't think I won't go on,
But don't think that I'll forget.

Don't think I don't know why,
And don't think there's not a reason.

I will not try to save you,
But I won't let you forget.
(written on a napkin between two cups of Surge and two pieces of stale french bread, like a good little emo boy)

Emo Snail, I

My trail I leave a trail of tears,
A single tear a time of course,
My shell an emotional shell a wall,
Onward moving, slowly progressing,
A snail of Angst,
I emo snail.

I Live in a Freakin Refridgerator

End of the weekend here, I no longer have a peacoat or a bike, and the apartment heater is broken. An ice age has broken out in my room. I had goosebumps in bed this morning. Psha on this.

"Hot Dan" had a glam rock party Saturday night. I rode my bike there and came walking back 24 hours later wearing Amy's sweater instead of my pea coat. Seven of us crashed at AmIEs that night, including four crazy Oregonians. Met the aforementioned Amy this weekend, she's way cool.