If it's not Matt, it's Jamie. If it's not Jamie, it's Cliff. If it's not Cliff, it's Tanner. If it's not Tanner, it's Rapha. If it's not Rapha, it's Brandon. Who will be next?

I dreamt last night that Tanner, Matt Smith, other people and I were on the Commune's back porch and somehow I knew that we were under survalence for drug use. Because the commune really has turned into a drug house. So I went around to the back/side and there were a bunch of people in neutral grays and bronws, and black and they were all piled ( Read more... )

Lame Sauce occurs sometimes.
In Syl's dorm, on her cute, lil' 'puter. 'Snice. Need sleep.
In Santa Cruz from now until Sunday.'
2005 Safer Sexcapades tomorrow night.
Fun in downtown tomorrow.
Nice weather tomorrow.
Tomorrow in less than an hour,
so I must retire.
g'night

I've become my mother. It's already happened. I don't even need to start a family or solid career patern, or even a relationship. I've become her ( Read more... )

Very often I insert messages into my phone to remember things, a good portion of those things are drunk ramblings and artistic concepts that I need to look back on and smile. I think I'll start posting them here ( Read more... )

"It's my birthday and I love someone who will never understand how I feel about him ( Read more... )

My goddamn rock solid ghetto shiznit name is Fellatio Kawfi.
What's yours?

Quick note ( Read more... )

I went 1 year, 1 month and 15 days without sex.

i WENT.
& I'm taking the story to the grave.

3% of the story: I got fucked on my cold, blanket-covered, bathroom floor.

Hopping from place to place ( Read more... )