i wake up backwards on the guest bed in the living room at sara's house, and then begin the required backtracking through my cloudy memory. i've stayed so smoked out lately, my short term memory doesn't exist. i drink until i don't remember my actions. of course this is unhealthy, but what else is there but bad health and bad ideas? my nights are ( Read more... )

i want to meet more hippies and more breakdancers. that's all, just hippies and breakdancers ( Read more... )

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So there you are, getting high behind the public library, telling everybody you see about how you're gonna be something else one day real soon, you just don't even know, man. do you even read books? have you ever beeeen to california? my suitcase holds my hand, we're in love ways you'll never understand. man, don't bring me down, man. i don't care ( Read more... )

probably my favorite thing i ever wrote, couldn't tell you why. just the facts ( Read more... )

"go home to your boyfriend, he loves you ( Read more... )

so yesterday i finally took those white pants to the alteration shop like i always said i would. very specific instructions- "as tight as you can possibly make them, tapered at the ankle!"- and getting them dry cleaned too; they collected a bunch of dust in my closet. next saturday they'll be ready, $20.97 later. this is exciting, because if this ( Read more... )

well it's 1969 okay
war across the USA
another year for me and you
another year with nothing to do

went to dinner with the r&b singer who lives downstairs from me, we went to that vietnamese restaurant down the street and talked about stevie wonder, ASCAP and the music industry. he paid my check and i paid the tip, and we came home. i'm in trouble for talking to a girl who i like, who i would love to date, who i would love to love but i'm not ( Read more... )

if i could tell the world one thing, i would just laugh