For the words of the profits
Are written on the studio wall,
Concert hall ---
Echoes with the sounds...
i just got home from a social that went very early... my friend kara was throwing up into a cup, i wish i was eating pizza right now. i wish blair was here, but he is asleep or something silly like that. and my wonderful trampoline, where i like to fall asleep on nights like this, is at richard's house now... and he is somewhere else too (didn't come home in the same car as me...)