Thursday night I come home because I am at Kurt's and we'd already had sex for the day and he had to do real work in his life which exists outside of his head on my chest as we lie on the couch, and I walk into my house and daddy is upstairs in bed, moaning in pain ( Read more... )

OK, so here's an interesting situation which developed awhile ago and about which I have not yet written ( Read more... )

Garter belts rock my fucking world.
So does my school schedule right now- I am taking Art 1 with stoner freshmen. Score!

I don't know what to do because I don't feel like anythign anymore. I'm all nothing.
I guess it doesn't matter, I'm going back day after tomorrow, I guess I don't have anythign to do with freedom. Give me choices I do nothing. I waste it all on waste. I have nothing.

Now I'm in trouble for answering a cell phone call- from Janis, no less, tee hee, ha ha- while driving.
Absolutely. Nothing. Can. Go. Right.
Everything that should be good somehow goes bad. I should just say fuck it all and take up drinking. At least then things will be funny when they go wrong.

I'm feeling hopelessly divorced from humanity and from the summer ( Read more... )

and does anyone want to go to Scotch Plains tomorrow or the next day? I need a guide to take me through the jungle that is Penn Station.

whoever made that little lever that makes a seat into a recliner-
hats off to you, sir (or madame).

Sara Steele
New Jersey Scholars Program
P. O. Box 6015, Lawrenceville, NJ 08648-6015

Send breakfast and bedsheets!

There are Evangelical Christians in Texas ( Read more... )