CUATRO (and 5)

this is what i think of when i say the word "cuatro": click here to see THE POWER OF 4.
it isn't spelled the same but it's the sound that matters.



today my car died
dead as a door-nail she is
old marley's ghost-- BOO


i'm currently listening to the songs of my teenage years on pandora. lots of all-american rejects, blink182, and yellowcard. they think they're so badass. ...sugar we're going down? wake me up when september ends? yehhh boi. it's just one of those nights, the type of night that calls for such music.
(this instance is probably exacerbated by the fact that i'm living (temporarily) under my mother's roof again and NOT on my own. although really i never lived on my own and probably won't for a long time. until.. idk, WHEN I GET A JOB.)
anyhow, poema de CINCO es aqui:


green day, lincoln park
so much angst and so much bark
oops that rhyme was bad