They let me back in the country. I am happy about everything. All I need is a job, and all will be perfect.
Life, ah life.
Everything is red and yellow and I'm sleeping late in beds that aren't mine and taking long walks in high heels with golden retrievers and sweatshirts from Nova Scotia.
I'm in love with a lot.

I feel as if I'm just walking up stairs backwards in highheels and a cocktail dress balancing a tray of the third round of vodka appletinis for a couple of guys who smell like car grease and Marlboro reds. I feel precarious and only slightly useful. You could find the bar yourself, boys. I'm here for you to stare at as I reach my arm across to pick ( Read more... )

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I withdrew from school.

What am I doing, again?

I bought a beret, because apparently I wasn't pretentious enough already.

I WANT TO LIVE IN ANOTHER FUCKING TIME ZONE.

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tonight was so punk rawk with its buckhorns and endless coffee cups
and a pack of red's being consumed by gould with a mohawk
and me with my purple hair and
it was only ten oclock but it felt like three in the morning with
english muffins and brownie sundaes
and time
and time
stops

New York City this Friday, World/Inferno this Saturday ( Read more... )

I can't believe this is fucking happening.

Last night. Last night in Cambridge, there were muthafuckin' fags in a muthafuckin' castle.