i'm coming back to santa cruz. not that there's much there for me.

oh wait! i forgot about the friends, the ocean, the dumpster diving and the forest!

maybe this'll be a good thing.

i hate life and i want to die. no i am not being dramatic.

i can't believe how much i feel right now.

its overwhelming, like before, but not so fatalistic.

get me the fuck out of here.

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i think i will ride my bike up 'one' until the traffic is almost gone and then lay in the middle of the highway so i can see the stars.
yes.

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i fucking love our kitchen. i hope you all get to eat food i cook in it someday.

i'm buying a gun.

i gave shan an ultimatum: if he didn't find a real mattress in a week i was gonna take the couch cushions and put 'em back on the couch where they belong. fortunately for him our landlady had a mattress in the shed in the back. so we spent the afternoon on the porch-couch with some beers and some friend types. really f-ing great.

so sleepy.

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