slackers have no place in the annals of ballard. stop-time watches and alaskan do, however.

i heart sushi and potatoes. and false pipes and inner-thight tattoos. even if they cause a slight accident.

kyle.

p.s. paying people under the table is not the way to go. i heard it first hand.

here's my energy-conservation tip for the summer that i just picked up ( Read more... )

i am a little less scared about november, now. also, i like the weather today.

holy shit, john frusciante rules. singing 'lucky'? holy shit, he rules even more. unfortunately, i am not a superhero, so he will never play at my birthday party ( Read more... )

i'm sorry. i'm not dead.

p.s. it's okay to be really angry, i deserve it.

yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness,
but it's better than drinking alone.

i had a wonderful time in portland. hearts go out to anyone who saw me in tye-dyed denim.

i am going to go smoke a cigarette now, and after i'm finished, i'm going to write a poem. it might not work, but i'm far from concerned about that. it's in the trying--the effort, that i will gain anything.

this time i really get it. really.

none of the doors in my house, save the front and back doors close all the way. is this a metaphor?

i've only smoked one cigarette today.

ack. saturday nights are officially illegal.

p.s. things are much easier than they seem.