I'm awake.  I'm sitting in my picturesque room, in the dark.  I am totally in love with everyone right now.  I was just looking at photos and thinking about how lucky i am to be hanging out with the very coolest people on earth, from my brothers to my albuquerque friends to my whitman friends.  I mean, damn.  I know this is silly...but it's really ( Read more... )

So here I am back home in Albuquerque.  I've been here for a couple of days.  Yep.
The bad news first:
I went to the orthopedist today and he wants me to get an MRI because he thinks one of my muscles may be all the way unattached now and that they may have to give me surgery.....in like 3 weeks....right in the middle of working at Serendipity.  Shit ( Read more... )

Today has been packing and packing and packing. So much packing. So much stuff. I don't feel like i've made any progress even though my room is basically entirely cleared out. Bah ( Read more... )

i have my intro to fiction final in 15 minutes. that makes5 down, 2 to go. it would have been 6 down, 1 to go had i not dislocated my shouler yesterday morning and been rushed to walla walla general by the fucking fire department. if i had taken my history final yesterday morning, that is. doing things with one hand sucks...especially if it is ( Read more... )

i am a sad but well loved potato, tonight. to hell with human joints!

All i want to do is listen to
cigarettes and chocolate milk

cigarettes and chocolate milk
these are just a couple of my cravings
everything it seems i like's a little bit stronger
a little bit thicker
a little bit harmful for me

if i should buy jellybeans
have to eat them all in just one sitting
everything it seems i like's a little bit sweeter
a ( Read more... )

Last night we threw a party. It was successful. Then i was too drunk to run the beer mile. I regret the partying that hard. I need my head ( Read more... )

Brett has flipped his lid.  He just started speaking AS JESUS.  IN TOnGUES.  SHIT!  It looked a bit reminiscent of this:

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This essay is ruining me. I don't CARE about the portrayal of americans in the Buena Vista Social Club versus Four Days in September. Jesus.

Today is my younger brother's 13th birthday. I did not buy him a guitar.
love,
lucy

WOOO KYLE BAIN WOOOOOOOOO!