Quiero regresarme a casa.

It's been long enough. I don't want to be in this fog anymore.

(That damned harmonica's always breaking my heart).

A thirty-year-old man with a patchy beard in the passenger's seat of an old white Camaro stuck his head out the window as I walked down Telegraph and yelled, "I'm gonna rape you!" with a gruff voice and a grin. Keeping it classy in the eight-o-five.

The weather has been lovely: 83 degrees today. I hope it holds up through the weekend.

I need a job.

Halloween will be good this year. I can feel it.
Costume ideas:
-Slash
-Emperor Steele
-VMA Gaga
Suggestions are always appreciated.
I want something fun and a little out there. Steele appeals most to me at the moment, but the costume might require a bit of dedication. Also, I'm not sure how many people will actually know who I am. Seeing as I am yet ( Read more... )

I want to go there simply to be able to tell people I've been to Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogoch.
And now Yeasayer's "Red Cave" makes some sense. I was obsessed with the song some time ago but didn't know what they were actually singing about. Now I know it was some little Welsh town with a population of 3,000 and a name 58 ( Read more... )

I don't know what I want to say, but my head's been swimming for the last two weeks with thoughts that want release. With this cold I'm clogged and the thoughts have no ventilation, so they simmer and sweat inside my crown pushing out bile as they grow large and wanton. I need summer to hang on a while; I move through the sun to show my gratitude,  ( Read more... )