a livejournal update. the sheer thrill of it all.
just this shitty memory from last summer that keeps popping into my head
late night bike ride and enough sweet talk to make a sucker out of me again
i was enamored and you were embarassed
so i dragged my gin-bloated carcass more blocks than i anticipated
back to an awkward sanctuary
and buried my treacherous bones under the lawn chair
and lied to myself from the humid grass
and to you, an emotionless sack of flesh
steve was in jail again (what else is new?)
so girl and i hid in our bowls of spaghetti soup
we'd only made it as far as indianapolis (slowdrunktrip)
and the rnc was on the dreaded tube
one of the politicians was so hopelessly funny looking
that we laughed until we cried
soaked in still poison sweat
on someone elses living room floor
i just got back from ireland, which i guess wasn't the experience it could have been or that anyone else would crack it up to be... my brain's fried from jet lag. my dad got drunk and said some really fucked up shit to me. people really are so interesting to me, i guess i'll add some psychology courses to the todo list. i'm glad i don't get drunk like that anymore. i guess someone had to do it. i've had about enough niceties with family members i don't know to last me a lifetime. i wish america would stop dissolving other cultures. it sure is beautiful there though. and whatever really. life is good and wonderful and beautiful and exciting. i hope i'm leaving for the west coast again tomorrow night, there is certainly nothing keeping me here, and i just remembered on the plane like 5 hours ago how much i love adam.
late night bike ride and enough sweet talk to make a sucker out of me again
i was enamored and you were embarassed
so i dragged my gin-bloated carcass more blocks than i anticipated
back to an awkward sanctuary
and buried my treacherous bones under the lawn chair
and lied to myself from the humid grass
and to you, an emotionless sack of flesh
steve was in jail again (what else is new?)
so girl and i hid in our bowls of spaghetti soup
we'd only made it as far as indianapolis (slowdrunktrip)
and the rnc was on the dreaded tube
one of the politicians was so hopelessly funny looking
that we laughed until we cried
soaked in still poison sweat
on someone elses living room floor
i just got back from ireland, which i guess wasn't the experience it could have been or that anyone else would crack it up to be... my brain's fried from jet lag. my dad got drunk and said some really fucked up shit to me. people really are so interesting to me, i guess i'll add some psychology courses to the todo list. i'm glad i don't get drunk like that anymore. i guess someone had to do it. i've had about enough niceties with family members i don't know to last me a lifetime. i wish america would stop dissolving other cultures. it sure is beautiful there though. and whatever really. life is good and wonderful and beautiful and exciting. i hope i'm leaving for the west coast again tomorrow night, there is certainly nothing keeping me here, and i just remembered on the plane like 5 hours ago how much i love adam.