drunk driving
it's what i like to do
i like drunk driving with you

ahem.

tonight when i was driving home, a crazy man walking on the street tried to throw a rock or something at my car. that's symbolic of something, i'm sure.

poor dude.

school = done.
thank god.

i am in love with everyone.

( poop )

happy birthday to (the) jew!

much love and all that.

ashamed
embarrassed
lonely.

andrew sits, friends get pissed at andrew for all the shit that other people are doing.

how fucking lame.

8 oclock an evening nap and 3 shots later ( Read more... )

i had a pretty neat dream last night,
and now this morning i wake up to
find frozen grapes.

in forty minutes i begin the trek
to a paradise so lost that they call it
"chocolate city".

the need to get up, coffee, and get
ready precipates the notion that
i am no poet.

today, on the way back from work...i feel asleep at a traffic light.

i woke up when the guy behind me honked to see a yellow light fade to red.

eames era was the shit. so much fun.

(ashlin phillips = major cutie)

and now.

i sleep, for 4 hours, and then work for 8.

weekends have become a perpetual cycle of exhaustion.