Last night Carolyn & I called a
cab to pick us up from Empire.

"No Drinking No Smoking No Eating"
the sign on the window read.

Carolyn joked she had nothing
to drink, smoke, or eat. I joked
I wished I had something to smoke.
On cue, our driver hands me a blunt.

Sometimes I can't even believe my life.
My mind is still blown. End of story.

I pretty much live at 805 now.
Apt 1 with three lovely ladies,
one sexy man, and a sexual
predator in Apt 5 above us.
We like to stay up until 2 am
having pow wows and telling
ghosts stories before bedtime.
We make such a happy family.

Don't worry. I'm trying to move on ( Read more... )

Still not sure what to write.
I wish I had've written more.
When things were going good.
Written memories to reflect on.
Now they're just trapped inside.
Slowly fading away and replaced
by a pain that just won't follow.

All I know for now is that my
schedule has changed a lot,
so I need to fill my weekends
up and stay busy... help me...

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I've never felt this much and not
been able to write a syllable of
what I'm feeling. This is hard.
And this is why I was single for
the first 22 years of my life.
Words will return eventually.

Laying low. All day. Today ( Read more... )

Ended up cranking & crunking w ( Read more... )

This morning I merged onto 64.
Cars were swerving and braking.
Two geese and six little babies.
Walking alongside traffic. Lost.
Displaced. Scared shitless I'm sure.
I wanted to help, but no gloves.
No gloves + angry geese parents =
not good. If you like having hands.

My Camry made it to NYC and back ( Read more... )

Figures as soon as I decide Coachella's a no go,
I go to Pitchfork and read that Prince is added.
Fuck me, right? Still more bummed I'm missing M.I.A.