In Philadelphia. My mum is making breakfast and my dad is swishing around in his new exercise pants making phone calls. He calls everyone he knows on Saturday mornings. He bought me a copy of Kurt Cobain's journals, justbecause, I think ( Read more... )

I just found out that Lil' Kim's incarceration is taking place in Philadelphia. Holla! How awesome is that?

I just told my mom about my hangover, and she totally wasn't appalled that I'd been drinking. In fact, she laughed. I don't think I give the people I love enough credit.

Happy equinox.

I'm supposed to be in my Crafts class right now, but I got pissed and walked out.
I've stopped reading craigslist.
It's almost time for "Laguna."

Turns out "Purple Rain" is even better in a movie theater.
Turns out you can't kayak without getting hell of wet.

I ran into the first boy I slept with today. He got chubby. And I have pimples.

People keep telling me I'll regret it if I cut myself bangs.

I start moving back to Manhattan on Wednesday. Thank Yahweh.

A man on subway gave me a bootleg of "Lords of Dogtown" for telling him where to find a Verizon store. I hope it turns out to be porn.

I woke up with a temperature of 101.5 this morning.

Today my fortune said "About time I got out of that cookie."