i'm looking for an internship, or for something i can call a job and get paid for. if i wasn't so anxious and un-outgoing i think i'd have a lot more luck. i think most jobs aren't for me. i wanna work by myself next to a tree in the woods, maybe with some cool coworkers, sitting on stumps next to me, talking about the smell of pine needles and ( Read more... )

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is good.
Some people write the craziest journal entries. I dont' see why everything always has to be severe. And why does my name always hafta get mentioned? It always is in regards to a bad past. Nothing right now is ever gonna last.

"PC Load Letter"--what the fuck does that mean?

I've been listening to Queen. They're better than I used to think ( Read more... )

There's so many reasons why last night was bad.
But today has been very good, and today I am feeling okay and reading Mark Twain has helped me also.

Ok. My stomach feels so full right now. It's totally all from what I ate last night. Fred came over around 10:15 and we had Bacardi Limon and Sprite and then Gavin showed up with some Old E 40's and we continued to drown our livers. We made a new mix on my iTunes: "GetPaid I". You know what that means--theres more installments on the way ( Read more... )

Right now I'm at Lincoln Center. Last night was good times with Gavin and Jeff. The night before last with good times with a very majestic lady I've known for about three weeks now.
Everyone should go to Roosevelt Island sometime.