just when the tinman fancied himself to be a heartless deity..
damn.

i'm a selfish person. loneliness doesn't settle well with me ( Read more... )

Time for work. Well, time for work was ten minutes ago. Whoops.

Later. Driving to LAX with Chlolita. I'll be the dubious person in the bunny suit. It'll be Jory's grand welcome.

i'm watching the rescue rangers en espanol.
sleepy. ramen. nummy.
quinn's here. alseep. half on the recliner half on the floor.
snoring under a fluffy comforter. tonight was his 23rd birthday.
we baked a cake. the last of our seven person enclave just left.

and now the grand knock-out.
fade to black.

brown paper bags and the bipolar bear.
( unfinished )

the scene was something like howard the duck nailing devine against a couch. what a thing to walk in on. argh, my eyes.

just got back from the bluebeat (knuckle brothers), the show was just swell.
my body aches from dancing. my ears are ringing from dancing so close.
i have the vague taste of vanilla frappachino on my lips. mmm.

going to new orleans feb. 21st, coming home march 7th. tickets @ $274. LAX to MSY. amazing.

driving in the fog with chris and chloe ( Read more... )

i've got that coughing thing that's going around.
dogishly sick. blah.
spent the past 7 hours curled in a ball of "don't touch me".

sleep doesn't come willingly.

my ears are still ringing from friday's show at the el rey.
my body still aches from the moshpit battery.

nights like these...
i never know what to say.