PR is better than you.

15 minutes ago, i was walking home from buying a book for school, and on the ground in front of me was a picture. i looked a little closer, and it was a picture of me. i picked it up, and it was covered in blood. k

what. the. fuck.

i spent thanksgiving at a hippie gathering with people who could feed themselves.

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there is a boy i think.

I live in a hole. It has children's house colored carpet, and cigarette smoke colored walls. It has no kitchen, but that's okay because I am going to cook at Dave's house once a week. The water isn't drinkable, but thats okay because 8 blocks away, there is a water hole with good water. The water jug I just hiked back started leaking though. I ( Read more... )

in olympia again. looking for an apartment. after some inner drama today about what to do about programs, i decided to stay with the one im registered for: interrogating american culture through the arts. i am desparate for an apartment. im going out with jennie now.
love always,
naomi.

back to olympia on monday. i dont know if im going to be able to tolerate shoes, rain, and the indoors.
sigh

i am going to be a sailor. yarr.

i work on a sailboat. everyone else on the crew went to mcquaid or mercy. the captain asked me to drinks yesterday, but i said i am too young.