I hate to do this.
But I think this journal is going into retirement.

Or at least a really long hiatus.
I hate having to write things so shallow.
As in, you could step in a puddle of my writing
and probably not get wet.

So. Let it begin to end.

Haircut as I type
A la Laura Deely.

THE MARTlN: i need to meet some girly girls ( Read more... )

I didn't spend as much as I thought!
Regardless, I spent a pretty penny in Europe.
And some change.

Shiiiiit.
There goes half my life savings.
Again, shiiiiiit.

When I'm within an inch of expiring,
these memories will keep me alive.
I've seen halfway to perfection
and I'm not looking back unless absolutely necessary.

Back to the land of the dead.

In San Francisco.
Everyone Norcal, call me
if I ever find my mobile..

Seeing red ( Read more... )

Relying on the generosity of those equipped with laptops, here is a snapshot (or fourteen) of my stay so far in


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Though I'm supposedly in England, the weather here in Brighton seems to dictate otherwise.
I can feel the individual droplets of sweat erupting from the pores in my skin. Everywhere, not the just the normal places you sweat from. Even my teeth and fingernails, it seems.

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Last night was my second night in Brighton. The events of the evening can only be described as ( miraculous. )

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