Post a memory you have of me in the comments. It can be anything you want, then post this to your journal and see what people remember of you.

Brian and Patty bought me dinner tonight at my "going away" party. then Tom and I drove out to the suburbs and ran a small rawkus at the shopping malls ( Read more... )

14 days till i leave boston, 20 days till i leave this country. i'm pretty uckin excited yo. who wants a copy of my haiku zine?

hell yeah, i'm stoked as fuck, i just bought my ticket to philly. i'm gonna set some serious shit off in that town. I made Kenny promise me that we were gonna destroy. i'm bummed i only get to kick it in the illadelph for a few days before i gotta bus back up to NYCity to catch my plane to london. i hope when i'm 40 years old i'm a really ( Read more... )

First job: summer job erasing video tapes in Stockton for the 49ers ( Read more... )

i did yoga today ( Read more... )

it seems like i should feel victorious. but i'm just really fuckin antsy and too bummed to do anything. god, please send me a sign.

but most importantly, i found the song.

not to downsize truly insane people or people who are truly miserable due to blow after repeated blow (and i mean serious blows, not your stupid middle class/both parents alive and breathing problems) ... those types aside ...

i don't think i'm ill at all. i think mania, paranoia, and all those other so called mental disorders are totally bullshit. if i take all my family members, all my friends, or anyone i've ever met who i would consider slightly interesting or worth my while 99% of them would be like "yeah, i've been diagnosed w/ " yet only 1 out of 8 americans ( Read more... )

i just had this dream where like i was going to serious battle and all these motherfuckers had guns so i was like "dude, i didn't get a gun" and my comrade took me to the kitchen and made me a hatchet out of tinfoil. i was like "oh man, this is gonna suck" even in my dream i knew guns made better weapons then tinfoil. but i let loose and ( Read more... )