for all of you who have been wondering/asking where i went,

I DON'T USE THIS JOURNAL ANYMORE!

again, please redirect yourselves to pedaltilyoupuke.

thank you,
management.

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ok everyone, i started up a new journal name, it is Pedal Til You Puke!

so bookmark it, check it out. it will be interesting i am fairly sure. my soul is no longer running away, so this name is a bit funny.

so i went to the punkrock flea market and saw mike d and tim (and i think shon but i wasn't sure so i didn't say hi to him. i also saw muffy, from santa fe, which was a very pleasant surprise as he's such a rat kat. it was no nice to be back in a familiar place as someone who is "back" and to see all these new people be like, "who are you?" and ( Read more... )

well i'm back in MA. it's nice to be here, i guess. i can't really take the city. it's so claustrophobic. and hingham, too. i need wide open space, clean dry air. oh well. punk rock flea market is tomorrow, my parents are gonna give me a lift so i can drop off zines with tim before going to nana kate's. i feel like shit. my head hurts, i'm ( Read more... )

so i got an email the other day ( Read more... )

it's been snowing out all day and it's so gorgeous ( Read more... )

What's the album/song that ( Read more... )

doug and i had great talks of the joys of riding down huge hills no hands singing at the top of our lungs late at night when maybe someone's bedroom window is a bit too thin and we seronade them to sleep ( Read more... )

I find it easy to fall
In love for the sake of
Art and poetry
And conversation.
Sometimes I find
Myself the patron saint
Of gas station bathrooms
And self-deprecation.

so the other night i had a dream that i was at work and this old man came up to me and held my hand. through this connection he told me in thought that he was a zombie and needed my produce. you know, because zombies 1) don't have any money, and 2) like rotten things better anyway. as we were conversing through thought, he started to deteriorate ( Read more... )