moth-free in 2003
tonight has been a good night. i have the new apartment all to myself and it is lovely. AND THE NEW ADDRESS IS: 319 laurel street apt.3 santa cruz, CA 95060. write it down, jot a note, put it in your heart. and the throbbing engine beats in time with your beating he-eartt.. ooh. eatin macaroni and sewin g and people watching to the limits.
theres a couple of girls down the street who love to harass me when i walk by their house, they think its cute cuz im a girl and they are girls, but really its fucking obnoxious. "you are sexy, DO YOU KNOW THAT?" FUCK YOU! ok.
santa cruz is so funny. im glad im living here for a year at least. i saw winged migration, it was amazing. late night coffee and walks around the town. old times in new times. real bad birthday, then real good birthday. real bad news, then real good news. crazy fucking shit, shit just gets thrown at you and you have to fucking catch up to it, and catch it in your hand. next day, i never puked so much in my fucking life. you dont know why but i do. little secrets lead to less and less public airing of simple occasions. you know how it goes, they just add up. anyway, i puked and puked. that was a while ago though, why dont i livejournal anymore? i dont journal journal either, its because im not reading anais nin anymore. [hi max!] i should buy a copy. i miss thee motivation.
maybe a show in a couple days, oh me oh my. i dread it but it makes me happy too. i miss being in a band. i miss having black hair, i miss being a vegan, i miss being alone all the time. these things were simpler, they were my identity. when youre identity changes, you have to learn to be ok with it but its hard at first. i think im going to start wearing a lot of lace. ive been buying a lot of shoes! but none of them sensible, which is all i really need. im turning into a priss. somebody stop me before its too late. and god damn bird feud, lets record an album before were old and gray. i love you goodnight.
theres a couple of girls down the street who love to harass me when i walk by their house, they think its cute cuz im a girl and they are girls, but really its fucking obnoxious. "you are sexy, DO YOU KNOW THAT?" FUCK YOU! ok.
santa cruz is so funny. im glad im living here for a year at least. i saw winged migration, it was amazing. late night coffee and walks around the town. old times in new times. real bad birthday, then real good birthday. real bad news, then real good news. crazy fucking shit, shit just gets thrown at you and you have to fucking catch up to it, and catch it in your hand. next day, i never puked so much in my fucking life. you dont know why but i do. little secrets lead to less and less public airing of simple occasions. you know how it goes, they just add up. anyway, i puked and puked. that was a while ago though, why dont i livejournal anymore? i dont journal journal either, its because im not reading anais nin anymore. [hi max!] i should buy a copy. i miss thee motivation.
maybe a show in a couple days, oh me oh my. i dread it but it makes me happy too. i miss being in a band. i miss having black hair, i miss being a vegan, i miss being alone all the time. these things were simpler, they were my identity. when youre identity changes, you have to learn to be ok with it but its hard at first. i think im going to start wearing a lot of lace. ive been buying a lot of shoes! but none of them sensible, which is all i really need. im turning into a priss. somebody stop me before its too late. and god damn bird feud, lets record an album before were old and gray. i love you goodnight.