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.