Yola was not too nice to me last night. When I walked into the store (which was
a mistake and she probably noticed it) she didn't talk to me. Like she was mad
or something. Like she'd had enough of seeing me around the past few days.
The store owner was also there, maybe that's why she was being quiet. But I
can't get past this lousy feeling today that she didn't like me at that moment.

Its Monday. What did I expect of Mondays?  ¶ 5:59 AM

  The Hidden Cameras are Toronto's incredibly brilliant lo-fi Belle and Sebastian-like band boasting 11-13 members. Soon to become incredibly famous. Check them out before everyone else does and say "Hey man I was into them when...". Heralding the tones and drones of gay folk church music.   ¶ 8:23 AM

  Bluebird's British Cowgirl Cindy Swings the Hofner!



  ¶ 5:07 PM

  Run Yola Run.

gotta learn me some polish phrases.

Miss marcel, my days spent thinking
Buy another coffee, can't stop drinking
Cloud nine mindset, can't see the trees
Buy another coffee man you've only had three
  ¶ 6:06 PM

  Its Hopey and Maggie!


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  www.christinefellows.com  ¶ 8:39 AM