sometimes
i think..
now why the fuck should i tell you anything..
fuck off we're talking about james and mental homes..
all these invisable people driving cars down dark dirt roads....
face pushed up against glass like a new best friend...
its kinda strange that jacks little sister has pictures of jon.. "that other boy" from perth.. and his name is supposidly "stephen" and he's not from perth... but norway....
that was a silly day.. i met him at his school bus... we went to a really scary movie theater where apperantly sevral people have killed themselves... we seen rat race... made out a little.. ate some popcorn.. walked around the city.. went back to his place.. almost had sex.. watched bring it on while i sat on his lap half naked... his mum came home.. and drove 3 hours to take me back to my nans house...we havent really spoken much since.. he's nice.. and if i could remember his address.. id go see him again.. maybe his band will tour queensland when they finish the rest of the contry but this shitty half of australia
