| Saturday, January 17th, 2009 |
| 1:33 pm |
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| Monday, December 29th, 2008 |
| 12:56 pm |
Where is my tow truck tow truck tow truck tow truck |
| Friday, August 15th, 2008 |
| 8:27 am |
I finally remembered my password. Keep your email current. Otherwise your journal will never change or be deleted for all eternity and there is nothing you can do about it no matter how much you bitch. |
| Monday, May 21st, 2007 |
| 10:09 pm |
I am home sick for austin. I want to breathe the air. Tonight is the one rain storm of the year. The only thunder I will hear for another year. Seattle is the edge of the world. Every one is asleep because they do not have thunder to wake them up. I want to fly to austin but I have to save for europe. I am so poor. Capitalizing place names is a ridiculous waste of energy. I like running into people I haven't seen in a long time on the street. Two in one trip! I like red beards. I am exhausted. I feel like drinking some wine but I don't have any and it is raining. I guess I could have some sake. It is pretty relaxing. I am sitting on the floor because the chairs are gone. My still lives have no focus just like this writing. Still lives are for suckers, how did I get rigged into this crap. I am excited to have fruit trees in my yard. I think it is too late to plant good vegetables. Makes me feel lazy. Landlord already told my neighbor I was planting a garden, that'd I be a good garden buddy. How do I get into this crap. Friggin people with babies and families and nicely painted homes. Why would someone want to still be living with their parents. You are 25, really? I shouldn't talk. I'll probably end up back there, poor as fuck. Maybe my brother will make it big as a rock star and send me money all the time. I'll live in someones attic and throw stuff on people walking down the street. Ok, fuck this, rain is over. |
| Monday, April 23rd, 2007 |
| 10:47 pm |
Patrick, is a name for a dog. |
| Saturday, March 17th, 2007 |
| 12:25 am |
Suckers
Wouldn't it funny if Yale actually accepted me? I certainly think so. Although. It won't be funny if they don't. Oh journal.  Primary Colors That's gotta change, but enjoy sesame street while it's there. |
| Tuesday, April 4th, 2006 |
| 11:40 pm |
ALLL AROUNDD OOHH ALL AROUND I have a microphone belly and a chocolate turtle brain. |
| Tuesday, January 17th, 2006 |
| 10:36 pm |
I am glad I can make waffles whenever I goddamn please. |
| Monday, November 21st, 2005 |
| 6:50 pm |
Don't turn my bones to glass! I will be a real person again soon. More real than I was the first time. I'm going to roam this town and make it mine. |
| Wednesday, November 9th, 2005 |
| 11:16 pm |
Why is it still November?
For some reason it feels like christmas eve when I was a kid right now. I'm going to be really upset when I wake up tomorrow realizing I didn't sleep due to excitement because of my early russian class, the lack of a lunch, and work all afternoon. |
| Wednesday, November 2nd, 2005 |
| 8:02 am |
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| Friday, October 14th, 2005 |
| 12:34 am |
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| Monday, October 10th, 2005 |
| 9:43 pm |
Purple Knees
I am writing. Writing in this journal I don't keep. I think I should maybe keep it. But I always have this urge to use it to entertain instead. I guess that would be pointless now. I fell today. Twice. I still don't feel like sleeping. She thought I was having a seizure. I wanted to ask her name and tell her she saved me but I just ended up thanking her a lot. I sold a pair of earrings today. Pear. Pear is in season? It doesn't seem like anything is. Black widows in grapes. I got some. I am lonely and alone. Here. I wish I didn't have anything to do. I only write here when I am at my worst and no one wants to hear. But I don't have anything more than that to say. Maybe that's the problem. Boring even in tragedy. I will go look for something to put me to sleep. |
| Wednesday, June 15th, 2005 |
| 7:00 am |
Fatigue
I woke up with Milk Man stuck in my head. The Aphex Twin song. So I've been listening to it over and over because I don't want to get out of bed. It's making me really retarded and crazy. It's going to be a demented day. |
| Sunday, June 12th, 2005 |
| 12:23 pm |
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| Friday, June 10th, 2005 |
| 6:32 am |
 always the fool alonealonealonealonealonealonealone |
| Tuesday, May 24th, 2005 |
| 8:22 pm |
Help me, Jumping Jacks
I want to cry into my hands and hide behind my small fridge, in the dark stinch of this room. I still don't want to talk or type. There are things I want, so unreasonable, I can't even figure them out. But meanwhile, they feast on me. I need to pretend to let go of everything, without actually doing it. Current Music: River Man -- Nick Drake |
| Friday, May 13th, 2005 |
| 9:10 pm |
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| Thursday, April 14th, 2005 |
| 8:28 pm |
blugga blugga blap blugga bluggga blap I can't breathe right lately and my hands are dry when I fall asleep. I had all the power in the world today though. |
| Wednesday, April 6th, 2005 |
| 3:50 pm |
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