Last night, I walked out of the movie theatre and I was concerned that my shirt was too light for the season, and then I worried about thinking about that kind of thing. The shirt was a little small though, and light blue. I really should've not worn it ( Read more... )

Tonight, I met a bunch of "writers". I don't want to be judgemental, and I certainly don't want to do the "I'm drunk I hate everything Bukowski" thing, but when these people talked, all I could focus on was their enormous egos and hipster-taste-fueled-overblown-senses-of-self-importance. I wonder if when they write, it's even remotely real or ( Read more... )

I can literally FEEL myself learning shit from this girl.

Learning how to just be all right with someone.

Goddamnit I love my girlfriend.

I'm fucking disatisfied with myself.

my prayer is to linger with you at the end of the day in a dream that's divine.

I love creepy old music SO FUCKING MUCH!

She really is the best girlfriend I have ever had.

"There's a million girls out there, man; but not all of them bring you lasagna to work. Most of 'em just cheat on you." - Silent Bob

Truth.

GAH!

FUCK!

and the thing is that in my head, it makes sense. Everything makes absolute sense.

"Stop me if you've heard this atmoic secret..." - William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch

Well they're building a gallows outside my cell and I've got 25 minutes to go.