GOOD MORNING GOOD MORNING GOOD MORNING GOOD MORNING GOOD MORNING
been walking all over this earth to find us some laceless black chucks for prom. ted's boot shop gets them in in 5 days. will that be enough time? picked up some swell summer reading selections at the raven: skywriting by word of mouth by john lennon, the dhammapada, and franny and zooey ($2.75!) to round out my salinger collection. good stuff. i love having a credit card. it's fun repressing urges to buy dank shit just so you can dub yourself as "responsible". i really don't want to do prom and graduation and class day (night?) and all that shit. just mail my diploma up to the lakehouse, that's where i'll be 'til august. prom is gay. ashley is very excited for some reason. if it weren't for her being so gung-ho about it, i wouldn't be going. word on the street says there's some very nice things coming my way provided i graduate (i am, knock on wood). i really don't want to have a party. i don't like when there are lots of people in my house. JUDGING YOU. JUDGING WHERE YOU LIVE. HOW YOU LIVE. WHAT THINGS YOU HAVE. WHAT THINGS YOU DON'T HAVE. fuck that. i wrote kielbasa a two-page senior thank you today out of sheer boredom. by the time i was done i was tearing up a bit. i don't know why really. so, mescaline! good shit, man! very very very good shit! i hear lucy's coming up to the cape with us for a day. ought to be nice. today i was so fucked up i couldn't talk right. it was nice. this is nice. you're nice.