Hits and misses

We're all dramatic twenty-somethings. Everything is the biggest, the last, the most important. That, or everything means nothing.

I dunno, man, this blog is hella spotty. I'm linking to my own personal favoritos. There might be more, but sheeeeeit, we all know I'm lazy. Hopefully these will prove to the Palatuccis of the world that I'm totally not Carrie Bradshaw.

http://rememberpunkin.blogspot.com/2005/06/hella-remiss.html

http://rememberpunkin.blogspot.com/2005/05/sad-truth-about-keys.html

http://rememberpunkin.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-pregnancy-dream.html

http://rememberpunkin.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-reference-to-little-lusty-bird.html

http://rememberpunkin.blogspot.com/2005/01/where-fuck-is-love-huh.html

http://rememberpunkin.blogspot.com/2005/01/when-you-sleep-all-day-you-have.html

http://rememberpunkin.blogspot.com/2004/11/inboxes-and-apples_05.html