i'm being indecisive. do i stay in and watch home alone again? or do i go to treat street, drink 40s outside and make another stupid scene? (a different scene, by the way. in case yr reading this. i promise it wont involve you.) i'm gonna make a list
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i cant sleep. i cant eat. i cant do anything better than run around the city and profess my love to people. it's just sick. i used to be such a good little misanthrope. eight days in fucking "hippy town" and i turn into a complete raving mess. i'm even trying to stay on line so that i wont feel compelled to call everyone i know and tell them how
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I've logged onto Rosalee's journal to inform those of you who haven't already heard, of her untimely passing. I intend to shed some light on the circumstances that led to this tragedy. Hopefully dispelling any rumors of drug overdose/suicide/solicitation of sexual favors that might surface due to the nature of the events
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i'm just trying to figure out what day it is here. i'm way too fucking confused.
what i'm into this week:
1. figuring out what fucking day it is!
and what i'm not:
1. paying for the train (we know that) 2. busting my rib again. fuck that shit hurts. 3. profanity. wait... thats on the wrong list. 4. making any sinse at all. 5. spell check. 6.
i cant keep of track of time. so i'm about to try to explain some shit to myself now and decide what the he;l it means later. dont pay attention
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i keep finding gifts on public transportation. they watchedme jump the turnstiles again this morning. on my walk home someone asked me to hold their baby. a brief history of god is sitting on my notebook. i dont want to
1. making lists 2. pills 3. hanging out with madeline and karin 4. abusing heroin 5. 2 million people at my house tonight 6. grapes 7. writing letters to caleb 8. chance, kyle, and ryan from "the distressed" 9. seeing forrest