breathe!

i moved into a tiny room with 46 window panes and am reading a zine that i like for the first time in years. once i told my friend anna thomas that i just need to figure out what it is that i need to do to make myself happy and do it. that is so much easier said then done ( Read more... )

as of 2pm today i am officially unemployed.

this means i am totally available for road trips, favors, volunteer positions, and noontime BJs.

tight.

every morning this week i've woken up tired from the dreams i've been having. they go at 600 miles per hour and are about the most impossible shit imagineable. my piercing falls out, i fuck someone that i would never want to fuck in real life, my mom dies, my sister is having sex, my house burns down.

i need to calm down.

home?

bruce springsteen's atlantic city is an incredibly beautiful song. it makes me ache.

every day is hard now and i cannot seem to figure out why. i feel heart sick.

i need to be held so tight i dissapear.

i've been in california for twelve days. every day i am happy for at least a little bit of time. drinking water at the dyke bar and memorizing san francisco streets. i want to get a tattoo right on the inside of my arm of the state's line. that has to be the most painful place possible to get my home permanently etched into my body ( Read more... )

which song makes lacy freak out on the dance floor ( Read more... )

hey ya'll,

come to a potluck at my house tonight at 8pm. i am going away for three weeks and will miss ya'll. don't let me leave town without saying goodbye!

lacy

i love my friends.

greg harvester, emma lee, ginger, monica.

im a lucky ass bitch. i feel really good about all ya'll.

tonight i shall spoon my love!