I've submitted my resume to so many companies. All I want is a receptionist job.

c'mon now

Tarnished by tar
Pale-skinned fingers rap
On the hazy window
Morse Code for the cat on the other side
In the delapidated domestic domecile
He so wishes to view from without

His master is masked
By his attempt at methodic moderation
And the escapism of excess
Yellow lights and white lines
Cause his mistress to be restless

So, Brandon and I are detoxing.

Weed and alcohol are still allowed, of course.

Things got a little crazy the past couple of weeks.

But, apparently, he can't live without me.

I miss my old friends. I feel awkward thinking about randomnly asking some of you to hang out.

But I would like it so much.

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Beautiful days like today remind me of why I am alive

Brandon and I sat on a stoop and had a cigarette and avanti's picnic after I got off work

I am so happy

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brandon and i went to bed at 830 last night

we are now up at 6:30 a.m. watching One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

life is good

My love is not a bank statement

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