I always wanted to find a home away from here.

[_napolean_solo_]

Will you do me a favor?
Read "Hysteria" by T.S. Eliot.

I have to kiss someone's ass because I need their money.
For some reason, starting all over in a new town is absolutely all its been cracked out to be.
I can interact normally with people for once.
Except Chino.
Whatadick.

What am I going to do about this month?
I don't know.

When I look at her I see someone used to know,
And I make jokes and I believe in astrology and I believe in walking over driving and in never going to sleep.

I didn't expect any of this or that.
I need to clean.
And stop spending money I don't have.
And fall out of love with Jenny Lewis.
And stop ripping my pants because it reminds me of her.

It's getting cold up here.
Really.

I can't wait for my Canadian.
Three days at Gumby's and I'm back at a movie theatre.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I guess I'll keep looking but it's the damn familiarity and security of it that brought me back..

I need to learn how to ride a bike.
the garden is growing well.
I havent done laundry in almost a month.

Man is the only animal that blushes. Or needs to.