the move went well. i'm now living with two very short theatre women (i tower over them by several inches). one is the personification of northampton and the other does technical theatre and i think that explains it all. my room is big with hooks for my mirror and pictures. it vaguely reminds me a dorm room in a comforting sort of way. the view ( Read more... )

and this is why, people, i absolutely hate being reliant and dependent  on other people. seriously. can't someone just fucking help me for twenty minutes or at least follow through with previously made commitments? motherfucking a and jesus fucking christ.

the knife 'marble house {ptr remix}'

revising, editing, finding iterations of previous summer plans but finding no solutions ( Read more... )

proof that the world is crazy.

i met a man named herschel p. he has a bald spot & a lot of money. he gave me $20 because i let him check his stalks and made a few calls for him.

done with smith. wish i was more so. if i'm mentally a senior, why can't my credits just magically catch up?
in vermont for a bit. wish i wasn't.

& so, in my dream, i kept mixing white wine with milk, eating toast with honey.
i raced down the color coded halls, careful to stick to my own color, finding that my color neither led to my door or the way out.

i don't "bring my mess for you to clean up" when i cover, i bring my "mess" because i come over & sometimes my mess comes with me.

last week before insomnia.