tuesday tuesday ( Read more... )

time to rebuild burnt bridges. the sun is shining and the traffic coming off the freeway exit outside my office window has been steady all day long.

back at work. already hate it. 300 emails to go through and sort out the junk and the real ones- i'd imagine there are probably like 30 i actually have to read and maybe 15 i have to actually respond to ( Read more... )

i went out for drinks on saturday with a bunch of new friends. we sat and talked and laughed and everything was wonderful. we were supposed to go to some louis vutton party but it looked really lame and im glad we didnt. instead we went over to j's house and watched tv, smoked pot, and drank vodka tonics ( Read more... )

i think about the prospect of bodies pilled on top of each other; tangled in a sweaty sea of arms and backs and stomaches and legs. i think about the traffic noises coming in from the window when its four in the morning -OR- the sounds of birds and garbage trucks at five. i think about the way light filters into a room when night transitions to ( Read more... )

dates not so set ( Read more... )

i fucking did it again. what is it exactly that convinces me to get so wasted the night before i go to work and to stay up until 5 am smoking weed and hanging the fuck out. i am going crazy ( Read more... )

i cannot, i repeat cannot continue to get so drunk that the next day im totally obliterated ( Read more... )

wednesday night my band played at hotel utah ( Read more... )

let's call that last post... "fiction"