oh god. he's dead. hunter s. thompson is dead. i will never get over this.

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the midday rain today came down in such a way that it made the atmosphere overlooking austin seem decidedly irritated. what have we done now? i asked myself not quietly enough on my way to the faulk library downtown. i thought the weather not unlike that of plastic forks and knives falling from the sky. in other words, not downpouringly painful, ( Read more... )

my wonderful friend nicole will be coming into town next thursday. i adore and miss her. i can't wait until she gets here.

take your job and shove it. take those early misconceptions and put them in your back pocket. that currency is no good here. take your calculated plans and confused puppy dog eyes. your worry and negativity. take it back. get a refund. take your ass to the corner store and tell the man you don't want any more of his cancer sticks. take me on a ( Read more... )

no one likes a sad pretty girl.

attention mark kozelek:
please come and find me in this little city of austin and put my heart and soul for once at ease.

i have some sick fetish with airports. they are fucking amazing. and for so many reasons. if you think about it, nowhere else is there quite the conglomeration of so many different things: races, cultures, religions, emotions. it is the epicenter of so many amazing things. the comings and goings of lovers, of friends, of family. the sadness. the ( Read more... )

the maintenance guy in my apartment complex gave me a joint for my birthday. then he told me i had pretty eyes and left. this may or may not be directly related to the nauseating pain in my stomach at the moment. ack.

seeing as how i'm already on the highway to hell, i don't see anything wrong with trying to get a fifty three year old mentally handicapped man to incorporate the phrase 'here i am, rock you like a hurricane' into common conversation.

i am officially twenty two.