Multiple kinds.

I was in my party dress
In my complicated party dress

And all I wanted was a call from you
A can or can't but neither

I found my own fun in oakland
Seeing you in strangers' faces

Now all I need is a little scotch
And a whole lot of sleep

zombie prom at casa zimbabwe. pretty girl on my arm, and too much rum.

i must remember to not drink out of fear.

not from the zombies, but the pretty girl.

i've had a useless day and a gnawing suspicion that the reason why she hasn't called me back is something aweful like I yakked in her car, on her mom's something-or-other.


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despite what you have heard to the contrary, lambs are FUCKING cute.

FYI.

There is a feeling here that I'm not used to. Giving upon someone. That I love, even. Or, maybe I did, and we feel the same thing - the bitterness that comes from being disappointed by what seemed for a moment amazing. That something yearned for without me realizing it, through some of my actions or inaction, and some of others, dissolved just past ( Read more... )

I had a dream that I saw you in a building. I was going to walk away because I didn't think you wanted to see me, but I began to speak to you in hopes that I could make you understand what happened and why I thought we could still be friends ( Read more... )

I officially, as of now, write this day OFF.

Bye-bye, day!

apparently I spent 6 hours on the phone today.

i'm afraid to touch you

you disintegrated last time i tried

but all the same

you

held me in that place

where i couldn't see

it was only a moment

and then back to the sea

really, I should be able to read 20 pages in 4 hours.

concept of the political.