erika kennedy
erika morrow

and me. tried painting my thumbnail white. those spades were painting the roses red.

it's funny how people are getting so good at pretending. i hate tourist season. i guess here it's always tourist season. there's a prospect on the bottom floor, people don't look at you the same here. everyone wears tapered jeans ( Read more... )

oh how unnerving. you play like you know you know everything you don't know nothin'. i had one thing. and you did not. and now you're trying to pretend you had it all along. and i don't think it's fair ( Read more... )

donovan vs. floater i don't think he had a chance. i hate our trailer park. i hate the cowboys. i hate the tweakers i hate the creep that's always over up front. i hate that large girl who says nasty things about my best friend ( Read more... )

i don't like this out of the loop nonsense that I most definitely do not deserve ( Read more... )

this is just a consideration. staring at time as it passes, in fragments i see how things really are. ignorance it seems, has fled. sometimes i can fake it. one two three banana ( Read more... )

EVERYONE WHO READS THIS JOURNAL NEEDS TO ADD the_erections AS A FRIEND BECAUSE THAT IS THE JOURNAL I WRITE IN, AND I WANT TO ADD Y'ALL AS FRIENDS BUT NOT UNLESS YOU STILL READ THIS BECAUSE THEN, WELL, THAT WOULD BE POINTLESS.

THANK YOU&GOODNITE

carl is here. here.
but he is leaving.

I found my pants.

I have to go find carl.

I've decided that I am bored. therefore. I am boring.

basically. goodbye. [for a while.]

SHE WASN'T WEARING ANY PANTS.

swan? swan? who would have ever thought?
and yet. I feel nothing.
because I am heartwashed.
swan made me breakfast.
potato slept between us in my bed.
but we cuddled. all morning. and it was so. prettycarl read the mail I sent him and didn't reply, or call me. Like I asked. And you know what? I just have to deal with it because I am still in ( Read more... )