i was going to work today and study today.
i didn't.
i woke up on a lovely couch with a lovely boy. i wore my favorite white skirt, and sold my textbooks back. with this money,
i bought clothes,
and cute underwear,
and pad thai,
and weed.
this was a good today.

on a weekend ( Read more... )

i hum to shut my brain up.

i stumble, alone, in the bright lights of the city. get to the train station-- i've always had a certain affinity for train stations. i like the idea of different people going all different places. i like the desperation, the blunt reality of the place. here, there are 3 asians looking for ass, a nonoffensive college couple and a homeless woman. ( Read more... )

i spent a week getting high in passenger seats and familiar basements.
and when i drove home tonight, the town was awake.

i found meaning in an inspirational quote on the back of a starbucks cup today.
fuck.

it is february of two thousand and six ( Read more... )

i am in complete control of my life, my reality.
& it's a reality i wish to alter often,
so that i may understand my full potential as a human being.

i'm gonna get high with my friends and admire the beauty of the world because
i know that "20% of your final grade" is just a number, and numbers aren't real.

fuck yeah.

a few nights ago, i sat in a driveway on summer street with my best friend. as we listened to blazin' hip hop and today's hottest music, smoke filled the interior of my father's car. "fuck," she said. "break's over."

fuck.
break's over.

It's only 5:30 & it's already dark out. Not that it matters, in this cold, sunless city. The buildings stretch up into infinity. blocking out any light that may be lurking up there. It's so damn bleak outside, so i hole myself up in this room with its false warmth & artificial light. But they turned the heat off to-day, & my walls are a monument to ( Read more... )