Siting on my squalor & bed in 2 shirts hat & a sooty hoodie, drinking tea & reading poetry. Kinks & quick warm spicy easy vegan burritos.

Numb toes, running nose.

I can see my breath.

I beat ruby weapon.

It was pretty tits-vegas.

(Emerald, too, last week.)

<3 banksy. fuck school.


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I want to be able to say that I woke up one day and wondered where a year went: it was a warm morning, blue sky & pretty clouds, and my fever had broken. I was fit, confident, well-dressed & happy. Not that I have the flu. Just a case of the sniffles, really ( Read more... )

I beat Super Metroid today. I did all the hard work yesterday, but took more than 3 minutes to get back to the spaceship, got angry and decided to wait until today ( Read more... )

First vomit in several years. A touch of the runs. Faintly burnt shoulders & a weird pattern of suntan. Seventeen straight hours of traveling, and two more tomorrow. Some great waves, music, people, & peach cobbler.

It was a good week.


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I ordered a fedora a few days ago, and today we went and picked it up. I can't wait to wear it on the airplane tomorrow evening. Although, wearing it on the airplane means being on the airplane, which means leaving this stress-free (albeit hot) town, with its cool parent and infinite & infinitely-good food ( Read more... )

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Spent two or four days not sleeping, just napping, not deciding, driving

Phoenix now. Sweating, eating, not sleeping (damnit).

( photos. (I have my digital camera again.) )

It's tempting to look at all the uncertainty and confusion of life and say, "oh, it's not so bad. It just doesn't make any sense. I can understand that."

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Somewhere behind the locked door of my landlord's office there's an alarm clock beeping its ass off.

Fucker.

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