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Saturday was like the best day of my life. Caravan to PA and floated down a river on innertubes with wonderful people. All of us full of beer and burgers and hallucinogens. All of us laid out on rocks and smearing waxy paint on our faces like warriors. I'm the kind of woman who cannot resist touching a man's long wet hair. Took a dirt nap and then ( Read more... )

Just finished it. Crushed it under my body like a suffocated baby and wept.

They tried for years to get back inside that photograph.

America's Next "Top Models" are in Rome. I love walking home from the bus with the sun still shining. I said hello to everyone I passed.

This is so much easier when it's warm.

Everyone was fighting today. A couple on the bus and random people across the street and behind the bodega. The clacking of my stupid sandals echoing off of buildings plus the smell of the magnolia tree and I was floored. I could have just gone to sleep right there in the middle of the street. I always cry on the goddamn bus ( Read more... )

What. Insanity. ?Vomit and vomit and vo--and all of my possessions wrapped up in a black bodega bag and tossed into the river. FUCK. MY. ___ugh, I'm too lazy to even say it____ (life).

I suck.

There's really nothing to say until it gets good and hot.

I remember this. Being delirious at five in the morning, all of the sudden birds start chirping, and FUCK! smashing my face into a pillow because it's sort of what I want to do but easier. Another secret rendezvous tomorrow that's as reliable as a bag of water with holes in it. And then swoosh! splat! off to that lover of yours in California. And I ( Read more... )

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