3 1/2 months of silent suffering commence.

But I'm not gonna be sad about it. Because it's just a break. With communication. And distance makes the heart grow fonder. And sadness is wasteful. IHOP... high hop. Last night at IHOP I sang to my friends. I hop, to the IHOP, with IHOP, in my head...

magic hat, number 9, blue moon, old leghumper, pandora's box, spring ale, honey moon, circus boy...monday monday mondays. I love my friends, and this school. Because they get a house, and there's a fridge. And in this fridge are only two things. Beer and hot sauce. And then also everyday there is a new cake because moriah brings them home from ( Read more... )

I have good parents. Which I didn't realize for a while. But now I see it. And that is because I communicate with them. You know? Talking to someone on a regular basis greatly reduces tension from the relationship. It evens the playing field. It yields understanding, and appreciation. And so they are this huge source of untapped advice, information ( Read more... )

Having excess money as of yesterday turned into a bottle of rum and an excess of beer. Then I put most of it into my body. At 5:30 in the morning I stumbling into my dorm after much beirut and kings and thumper. I like games. Some people were watching a movie. But that was a silly thing to do, I thought, instead of playing. So I played and played ( Read more... )

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Money is the blood of the devil. I hate it. I really want to go to camp today, everyday, forever. The treeeeees and the laaaaake and the diiiiiirt and the peeeeepz.

And the children! The children!

Anyway, money is evil.

I dreamed of watching TJ, Richie, Emma Balder,Emily Simon and some crazy gypsy doing cocaine. A huge pile of cocaine the gypsy set up and had carved from a larger solid block of it. I was very scared. We then left to go to see the musical at NSHS which was supposedly Songs for a New World only my sister was in it and on the way there Greg Barrett ( Read more... )

Last nightly drunkenly scrolling through my cell phone I realized I love everyone.

oh i love my pisces.