so it's a little while off, but a party is in the makings.
kristin's 22nd annual birthday party.
this year's theme: HATS, classy "i'm steppin out" hats.
all are invited, unless i don't know/like you, then fuck off.
everyone else is invited!
friday night, december 3rd
meadow's apartments
#108

party #1 consisted of a drunk 1960's housewife, a transexual, scratch that-- two transexuals and a skater boy ( Read more... )

my foot is asleep.
why aren't i?

R.I.P. Saint Clarence of the Meadows

Brother of Sir Walter Meadows
Seeker of hidden cranies and holes
&
Finder of food
You were a great adventurer
and a sweet companion
May you rest peacefully in the field,
where if you were a free rat you probably would have ran.
much love.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to talk, mad to live, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like spiders exploding across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everybody goes ‘Awww’.

motivation for skool found me in a speech elequently spoken by a friend of mine.
yet 63's still find a way to haunt me.
soon i'll become a lesbian and move to a ranch in dakota to herd goats and whooping cranes.
wish me luck.

so i got in a car wreck today whilest ridding in the back of steph's truck.
rediculous!
everyone is fine.
i laughed.
not funny.
HA!