boo.
hey, i moved.
i bet crosby didn't even realize i was gone.. but, yeah. i am.
the ride down was horrible.
the vet gave us kittie reds, or whatever they were, to sedate oreo for the ride.
it was pretty funny. uncle david and i got cat duty the whole way there.. and most of the time he slept in a tire.. but, the rest of the time.. he was being a cat in a car.. loud.
oh, yeah.
friday school got out.
so, oreo and i went on an adventure to get high..
we found an old building and did so.
and then we were walking down the thrashing bee road, farther than oreo has gone before.. and eventually we got to the park on main street.
oreo was fucking scared and wouldn't move.. so, i had to flag down jeri and jeremy.
i was like 'jeri.. can you give me and my cat a ride home?'
and i asked what they were doing later, which was going to the party.. so, i caught a ride out there with them.
it was a swell "end-of-school" party. everyone was so drunk.
i discovered that seating almost always gets burned at parties.
not at this particular party.. but, it's a concept that usually follows through.
i slept in the playhouse, because when i got home at whatever time in the a.m. that i did.. the door was locked. it was cold. but, i was drunk. so that was a-okay.
but, yeah. now i'm in applevalley, minnesota.. staying with my aunt joanne and uncle ken. and i'm almost out of cigarettes and they don't smoke and this worries me.
i've been burning a lot of cds because ken's computer copies an album in like.. sixty fucking seconds. i have about twenty-four out of fifty done so far. and i only have about three hours left on the fifteen hour twilight zone dvds that belong to my uncle ken.
i went to a half priced bookstore yesterday.. and they were selling vinyl for three for a dollar. holy fuck. i got a lot of moody blues.. and.. heh, a blue oyster cult one.
and carole king - tapestry, which is a good album. and i got john lennon and yoko ono - double fantasy for three dollars. plus, i found an allen ginsberg selected poetry book for only twelve dollars. so, that rocks and shit.
my aunt also purchased me, just for fun, the jay and silent bob strike back dvd with like.. two hours of extras. so, yeah.
why doesn't anyone tell the truth anymore?
is it so hard..
joanne and ken have a lot of alcohol sitting around, including gin.
so that's fun. getting drunk and watching the animals (chipmunks, squirrels, finches, other various birds, bunnies, ducks, etc.) that come up to the deck to eat is fun.
i miss my friends in crosby.
the beatles anthology three fucking kicks ass, okay.
the jews are traveling to israel by the thousands.
is this a sign of the oncoming apocalypse?
i bet crosby didn't even realize i was gone.. but, yeah. i am.
the ride down was horrible.
the vet gave us kittie reds, or whatever they were, to sedate oreo for the ride.
it was pretty funny. uncle david and i got cat duty the whole way there.. and most of the time he slept in a tire.. but, the rest of the time.. he was being a cat in a car.. loud.
oh, yeah.
friday school got out.
so, oreo and i went on an adventure to get high..
we found an old building and did so.
and then we were walking down the thrashing bee road, farther than oreo has gone before.. and eventually we got to the park on main street.
oreo was fucking scared and wouldn't move.. so, i had to flag down jeri and jeremy.
i was like 'jeri.. can you give me and my cat a ride home?'
and i asked what they were doing later, which was going to the party.. so, i caught a ride out there with them.
it was a swell "end-of-school" party. everyone was so drunk.
i discovered that seating almost always gets burned at parties.
not at this particular party.. but, it's a concept that usually follows through.
i slept in the playhouse, because when i got home at whatever time in the a.m. that i did.. the door was locked. it was cold. but, i was drunk. so that was a-okay.
but, yeah. now i'm in applevalley, minnesota.. staying with my aunt joanne and uncle ken. and i'm almost out of cigarettes and they don't smoke and this worries me.
i've been burning a lot of cds because ken's computer copies an album in like.. sixty fucking seconds. i have about twenty-four out of fifty done so far. and i only have about three hours left on the fifteen hour twilight zone dvds that belong to my uncle ken.
i went to a half priced bookstore yesterday.. and they were selling vinyl for three for a dollar. holy fuck. i got a lot of moody blues.. and.. heh, a blue oyster cult one.
and carole king - tapestry, which is a good album. and i got john lennon and yoko ono - double fantasy for three dollars. plus, i found an allen ginsberg selected poetry book for only twelve dollars. so, that rocks and shit.
my aunt also purchased me, just for fun, the jay and silent bob strike back dvd with like.. two hours of extras. so, yeah.
why doesn't anyone tell the truth anymore?
is it so hard..
joanne and ken have a lot of alcohol sitting around, including gin.
so that's fun. getting drunk and watching the animals (chipmunks, squirrels, finches, other various birds, bunnies, ducks, etc.) that come up to the deck to eat is fun.
i miss my friends in crosby.
the beatles anthology three fucking kicks ass, okay.
the jews are traveling to israel by the thousands.
is this a sign of the oncoming apocalypse?