this morning i fed the pigeons at alki, and then read some mark twain, and i just got back from listening to a man named mark playing some hot hammer dulcimer at mr. spot's. good start, good finish to my day, i think.

i'm currently listening to xiu xiu and seriously considering death. due to my well-thought-out-last-night, (go to sleep at four, rise at seven, go for walk in park, clean house, nap) i am wide awake and have nothing to do. nothing new happened today, save rachel calling me. if anyone sees this livejournal cry for help, we should drive around ( Read more... )

i'd just like to thank everyone that came over to my house last night. i had a fantastic time, and it turned out twice as good as i expected it to. really. i'll have to do this more often.

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my name is kyle.

i heart:
rachel.
joe #2.
kammee.
sarah.
presley.
josh.
zane.
sterling.
caroline.
kris. ++

the world is velvet furs. tragic, yes. my bedroom, yes.

i really wish that i could forget your voice, you know?
&
fuck you, we're not in highschool anymore
&
it's just me, just my dishes, my records.

kyle.

p.s. i'm glad you called, sugar. yeah, i'm talking to you.

valentine's day party at my house.

the theme is 'kiss goes to the alamo'. i encourage you to explore it.

if you need directions or anything else, call my handy. [206]384.2889.

this is the saddest i've ever been: now.

yesterday, the sexiest barista in seattle (as voted by the trustworthy 'stranger') complimented me on my pants.

"every gun made, every battleship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed." -d.d.e.

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