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please take note, the title of this entry is,
"colon, colon, semicolon, semicolon, colon, colon."
also take note,
i fucking love jimmy buffet.
its snowing that kind of snow.
the kind that leaves diamonds on the ground,
and crystals on my big floppy hat.
makes me look like a movie star,
and everything else look more worthwhile.
i looked at the snow for a while out of the window in the car,
and i missed nikki.
i am in love with brooklyn.
and i miss kate a lot.
and should spend more time with evan.
today i thought this,
"perhaps we never learn from our mistakes.
we just keep doing the same things, in slightly
different ways. we just learn to talk about it or write about it
or something." it didn’t make me sad
like everything else has a tendency to.
it was just okay.
like learning that falling hard on the concrete will hurt your knees real bad.
i went crazy today.
and having been letting myself do so.
if i let my daddie do this anymore
i am asking for the scalpel to cut away.
i almost lost it today, you shoulda seen it.
it woulda made you cry.
i have been real unhappy lately.
i don’t know what to do about it.
lately it's been pop music and masturbation.
but i need something more solid.
i look really unattractive when i am sad.
i wish claire and i were sometimes better friends.
i know it'll be okay because one day we will have a house
and it'll smell of wood, and we'll be in real love.
and we will love sex and each other and ourselves. and the house.
and the house. will be beautiful.
there will be detergent in wine bottles
and music all the time and warmth.
and old movies
and sometimes there will be absinthe.
there will be babies in that house.
and you.
and they will make a movie about us. in our house.
truth is, i have a crush on you.
and have for quite some time now.
and i can do the frug,
your emily.
pee/es: dani golumb made me a mix and it is fucking fabulous.
it is upstairs in my discman, i am going to go and lie in bed and listen to it while i read three-year-old people magazines.
"colon, colon, semicolon, semicolon, colon, colon."
also take note,
i fucking love jimmy buffet.
its snowing that kind of snow.
the kind that leaves diamonds on the ground,
and crystals on my big floppy hat.
makes me look like a movie star,
and everything else look more worthwhile.
i looked at the snow for a while out of the window in the car,
and i missed nikki.
i am in love with brooklyn.
and i miss kate a lot.
and should spend more time with evan.
today i thought this,
"perhaps we never learn from our mistakes.
we just keep doing the same things, in slightly
different ways. we just learn to talk about it or write about it
or something." it didn’t make me sad
like everything else has a tendency to.
it was just okay.
like learning that falling hard on the concrete will hurt your knees real bad.
i went crazy today.
and having been letting myself do so.
if i let my daddie do this anymore
i am asking for the scalpel to cut away.
i almost lost it today, you shoulda seen it.
it woulda made you cry.
i have been real unhappy lately.
i don’t know what to do about it.
lately it's been pop music and masturbation.
but i need something more solid.
i look really unattractive when i am sad.
i wish claire and i were sometimes better friends.
i know it'll be okay because one day we will have a house
and it'll smell of wood, and we'll be in real love.
and we will love sex and each other and ourselves. and the house.
and the house. will be beautiful.
there will be detergent in wine bottles
and music all the time and warmth.
and old movies
and sometimes there will be absinthe.
there will be babies in that house.
and you.
and they will make a movie about us. in our house.
truth is, i have a crush on you.
and have for quite some time now.
and i can do the frug,
your emily.
pee/es: dani golumb made me a mix and it is fucking fabulous.
it is upstairs in my discman, i am going to go and lie in bed and listen to it while i read three-year-old people magazines.