Brendon Urie's Livejournal Entries

Nineteen

Saturday, December 17th, 2005

laying down in the cohen residence. sick, again. big surprise.

a friend most of you know

and i will be shooting a short film tonight, seeing as im leaving

tomorrow (thats what best friends do).

what its about, we dont know? we only know it will be great.

because greatness is made in the late hours of the day when your

mind is scorched from fever.

what im writing at the moment is equivalent to "drunk calling." i

will wake up with no recollection that I did it with 100 replies about

how lame i am. not because im drunk. no. because ive been way too

sick for way too long.

so i leave you with this...

charlie horse.

its 'cause you tumble-dried my suit and now my shirt's tight.

bden, out.