it's already cold here. i keep tellin' people i'd be neck high buck naked in a lake if i were in arkansas. i hope it's really that warm there.  and a little humid, too. i miss bein' able to wade through the thick air.

until i get back to little rock, i'll just have to stare at the picture of two lovebirds smoochin' on my wall and feel home creepin ( Read more... )

i walked a long way in downtown poughkeepsie to an art studio ready to take my clothes off. 
looks like i'm fixin' to be a muse to amuse myself and maybe others.

my body's just so hairy and i like to think people respect me for that.
and there are some fairly substantial love handles
that help some [mostly one] peeps grab hold.

"May the points of our needles prick the slaveholder's conscience."

trying to think about space and 18th century literature.
pamela was a social climbin' sauce box pert.

both my skinnypretty roommates go into the closet to change. i don't get it. they're neat girlies, but i'm ready to get drunk and compare boobs.
school's hard, and i'm goin to bed.

i miss jacob so much. and i know he's the only one in the whole ( Read more... )

i miss sundays in arkansas. naps and kisses and green covers.

every day here seems like a monday. except they finally got bacon in the dining hall today which was good.
i gotta read a whole lot today.