i have a yellow carbon copy of a form signed by those who matter which says

STEVE GO HOME IN TWO WEEKS WITH YOUR FULL BONUS

i.e., fourteen days.

i.e., i'll be at school on time.

i.e., you can't stop my backforclasses style.

...

fuck. classes.

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daddy made the prospect of spending the twentyonefirst in sandamndusky a million times okay ( Read more... )

Hm.

Everything seeeeeeeeeeems...

ok.

[&nowitcanbeseptember] [f'real]

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I can't wait until I can stop shaving every damn day ( Read more... )

sandals in their hands
they walked around cool shadows
warm sand in their toes

I got briefly out of Hotels 'n Restaurants, USA, to visit Katy (Kat-why?) and it allowed me to breathe for just a short bit ( Read more... )

The Pillowman is driving me a little more insane each day. I need a set design & it's just not happening. I've had about half a dozen or more relatively good ideas that just continue to fall through logistically or practically or, you know, conceptually. I continue to sketch & hope that serendipity is just going to one day put the perfect design on ( Read more... )

LAME.

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I've got no comments, other than:

mid. fucking. july. oh yes oh yes.

Still miss:
-things

[I reread most of my livejournal. I will hold off maxres for another day. Conclusion: I am so painfully flux.]

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What sweet madness has seized me?

[this wearies me]

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