I am now officially a resident of downtown Portland, Oregon.
SW Tenth and Salmon.
Fuck yes.
I live in an amazing studio apartment.
It is fan-fucking-tastic.

Oh hello.
Silly little journal thing.

It isn't as though we'd waste away.

I wish I had been born as a poem.

We will import a token jock and we'll kick his fucking ass and there will never ever be a physical education class!

I hear the train go by at 11:11.

My brother is a trichotillomaniac.

Sitting here in the little corner at school visiting the floor.
Morning got off to a rough start.
Don't want this day to even exist.
I want to move out of my house so bad.
I hate everything.

Today is a strange day indeed.
I feel like I just don't care about anything anymore.
And it's nice.
But also odd.
And um. God why pretend like I want to update this?

You spin me rice rum, baby rice rum, like a record baby rice rum rum rum.
That's what it sounds like.
Even ask Morgan.
I went to Salem and had a blast.
The hippie van was totally sweet.
Freakin' shaggin wagon.
Ha.
And I love Molly a whole bunch.

"He's text messaging the police!"