never drink again. augghhhhh.
asking embarassing questions of former lovers, while two lively black girls talk about drugs in loud voices, one winking at my age. laughing at the ridiculousnie of others, while I inwardly stumble. falling asleep in the car, while the moon is gigantic and sad, a woman like watching construction work at night.
I miss writing letters, real fake ones with random objects inside.
I need my own computer, I have work not to do.
You're twelve, aren't you?
You'd probably do well plopped in the middle of a bootleg bar somewhere in the middle of uh.. the jazz age?
You're twelve, aren't you?
You'd probably do well plopped in the middle of a bootleg bar somewhere in the middle of uh.. the jazz age?
Oops repetition.
Posted by: Whystouffer at August 29, 2004 03:38 PMi'll get myself a model t time machine
Posted by: sam at August 29, 2004 03:39 PMbut...aww you were so cute all sick and such
Posted by: christopher at August 30, 2004 03:04 PMi love you, and don't drink, it's bad. how's your ear, by the way? call me,
Posted by: jesse at September 2, 2004 09:08 PMjesse
1-love you too
2-i don't often
3-bleeding less both in quantity and frequency
4-i will
5-yay