it's cold tonight
if it's your first night
you've got to fight.

Faulkner paper due B period tomorrow. Ambiguous.
Car? Well, it's ambiguous as well.
Good hair day at least.

My tummy's making funny noises.
My mom's completely calm now. It's odd.
All I can really say is that I've had a good day.

My mom decided to give my guitar to my cousin.
Something about him "crying in his beer"?
Someone get me out of the house, s'il vous plaît?

See the sky ( Read more... )

After going to the lovely doctor and getting labwork done; afternoon consisted of scouting around for new music & succeeding madly, a veggie burger from some obscure deli, going to Michael's and spending my mom's money, a college-related phone call from my dad, my brother's promise to fix my truck, my mom's car being run into and her office being ( Read more... )

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i am a living, breathing factory.

That crazed girl improvising her music ( Read more... )

The weekend should've ended with a less tiring version of kidnapping. Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs instead of new underpants and high heeled shoes, listening to the house creaking loudly as the wind billows over the brick edges. How does it end, you ask? With me resembling Robin Hood sans ultra suave feather n' cap, eating cornbread, needing some ( Read more... )