i want to see the icarus line on sunday. but the show is eighteen and over. fucking eighteen and over. i have been trying to see them for the past three years, i had someone to go with, it was only a couple days before i left, and now i can't go. that pisses me off to no end.

i need a new camera lens. mine conveniently broke when i was in mexico. i need to take lots of photos when i'm in new york (i'm stopping off there first before i go to providence). i'll be staying in times square and i can just imagine all of the colorful night shots that are just waiting to be taken by yours truly.

i need this, i want that, i, i, i. i am sick of talking about myself. there is not much to say.

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