the world's a mess
rachel, saint she is, helped me secure a truck for the day and we spent a lot of good, wholesome time moving my old, dusty, run-down shit from hell to hillcrest. my front yard looks like a meadow! there were flowers and old grey tree stumps, the grass is high and there was even a butterfly in the yard! of course on closer inspection i realized that butterfly was connected to another butterfly... ewwww. it was really cute though. in walden thoreau said he'd drag his desk outside and write in the field... i think that would be hilarious. i need a quill pen, pants not required.
now i'm closing at work. i feel so dirty; i might have to wash myself in the sinks downstairs. that's right, strip down and get wet. and in every way am i talking about pcp.
mario was telling me about some movie he watched last night that i'm going to have to track down some how. it was called tripping, i think... anyways, these kids go out to a field to trip and then they start getting killed by this guy wearing a reagan mask and he yells shit like nancy and just say no.
sound pretty excellent.
admittedly, i'm starting to get pretty nervous about moving. not really finacially, i think i'll be ok. i've been doing a good job at not spending money on things i want but it's the whole leaving home feeling. i think this is the first time i've moved on my own terms and not because someone was being an asshole or because i had been staying with friends or just whatever. i mean, home life is hell, but it was a hell i'm used to. i guess what i'm trying to get at this is one of those times i'm leaving and will miss the place i'm going from. it's happen once before, when i moved out of the ludlows. guess there really are some family ties, so long as kathryn keeps her goddamn mouth shut.
rachel said something really nice earlier today. i felt sheepish.
never did a popular thing
don't even know how to sing
-the descendents
this robots marching
to the nearest liquor store
- the trio
now i'm closing at work. i feel so dirty; i might have to wash myself in the sinks downstairs. that's right, strip down and get wet. and in every way am i talking about pcp.
mario was telling me about some movie he watched last night that i'm going to have to track down some how. it was called tripping, i think... anyways, these kids go out to a field to trip and then they start getting killed by this guy wearing a reagan mask and he yells shit like nancy and just say no.
sound pretty excellent.
admittedly, i'm starting to get pretty nervous about moving. not really finacially, i think i'll be ok. i've been doing a good job at not spending money on things i want but it's the whole leaving home feeling. i think this is the first time i've moved on my own terms and not because someone was being an asshole or because i had been staying with friends or just whatever. i mean, home life is hell, but it was a hell i'm used to. i guess what i'm trying to get at this is one of those times i'm leaving and will miss the place i'm going from. it's happen once before, when i moved out of the ludlows. guess there really are some family ties, so long as kathryn keeps her goddamn mouth shut.
rachel said something really nice earlier today. i felt sheepish.
never did a popular thing
don't even know how to sing
-the descendents
this robots marching
to the nearest liquor store
- the trio