in general i am emotionally retarded.
in fact, i have yet to encounter a fellow 'hippie hunter' that has in some way shape or form evolved into a semi-mature human being over the past 1,095 days.
were our teenage years that traumatic?
apparently, yes.
indeed they were.

colter called last night
the phone rang
and i let it.

pouilly-fuisse
blackberry mojitos
and a peach slap.

i drank an entire bottle of pinot grigio last night
and then chain smoked marlboro light 100's until they were gone.

GBYL(liver), skutz
your body is NOT a wasteland.

knob creek gives me goosebumps
as i'm reminded of hyde park
and then my heart skips a beat.

shout out to elle:
fuck ya biatch! george washington represent.
on a scale of one to ten
you-- my friend, are an eleven.

patrick likes to rag on me for my casual attire
i say-- patti, you only wish you were this cool.

night swimming
sammy easton
cold cheese pizza
larry king live
and ridiculous thoughts swirling through my head.

mark is passed out on the floor
(binge drinking has really taken its toll)

spent the night at mr. malet's with zookie and sean
cleaned house.

yes-- i can play cards.

mock
YA
ing
YA
bird
YA.

(rest in peace penguino. sad times, elle... sad times)