I post, therefore I am, see?
Everyone keeps asking me... Where the fuck have you been?
Er, I moved.
i wanted to move in with Mr Petty. Mr. Petty named my cat. Tofu. (before that, the cat's name was Fiasco) He has a cat of his own, named Easy. I recently found out that Easy's full name is Easy Lunchmeat Kitty. And that Mr. Petty names all his animals after food, to remind them where they stand. I think that's sweet. There was Heavy Barrel and saturday night poker games in the garage-converted-clubhouse. The nieghborhood was alley-liscious... but then Mr. Petty wasnt interested when I brought it up.
Then I almost moved in with Alex. I just couldnt do it.
I live in an attic now, I'm renting it and this place is ... it's pretty hardcore. In the sense that there are hellraiser nails lining my cielings, and i can see little slivers of dailight through the walls where they meet the floor.... and the climate is, um, well, theres a roof over my head, right? I loves it here. I am renting from a young couple, namely my high school latin teacher and her husband. There's a darkroom I can barrow in the basment, and there's these crazy doxins running around REAL LIVE DOXINS... those things are.. fuckin'... animals. And a cat.
Anyway, I dont have a phone yet. I'm going to get one in a week or two but i cant afford it until then. So you cant find me, and you wont find me. I'm sorry.
I am in school now, and I quit my job at the Deli from Hell and now I work at Paper-cut Hut(which is a very good job aside from the papercuts)... This guy I'm ridiculously stupid for is in Maryland but when he comes back he wants to work at Hi-Tec too, and then my plan to never see him again and just pester him online and think about him too much will be rather foiled. Shit.
My best friend got beat up by the cops and went to jail while she was up in New York war protesting. They kept her stuff too... money, food, her whole rucksack. Everything. I'm glad you made it back to Oregon safe and sound.
My new, little red '93 Mazda Protege.... I love it. I'm writing a semi-feminist car 'zine about it in the style of those car porn magazines like "Hotrod!" you know, at Autozone? with the swimsuit models on the hoods of cool cars? My 'zine's gonna be called "Mazda Protege!" and I'm going to take cover pictures of my friends skanked out on the hood.
I'm in two bands.... the Exemplary cosmonauts are kaput for now.
I'm in an all-girl country jug band called Maid-Rite and they actually play in public... we have a show at Offbroadway this week. What'll I wear? What if I forget how to play?
I'm also sort of in "Bad Folk" with Troy Howard and I havent actually done anything with them yet. Like as in, Troy Howard keeps insisting i'm in the band and I dont think so because i've never been to a practice and i think he's the only person in the world that thinks that.
I'm realizing it's really hard working, being a full time student, and trying to support yourself. There are women in some of my classes with kids and full time jobs to boot. How do they do that?? Workin' moms are something else... I dunno, I myself am a single pet owner, and find THAT to be the most difficult job in the world. Cripes.
So no, I didnt join the Witness Protection program. I'm just all grown up.
But dont worry, I'm still 14, as usual.
Er, I moved.
i wanted to move in with Mr Petty. Mr. Petty named my cat. Tofu. (before that, the cat's name was Fiasco) He has a cat of his own, named Easy. I recently found out that Easy's full name is Easy Lunchmeat Kitty. And that Mr. Petty names all his animals after food, to remind them where they stand. I think that's sweet. There was Heavy Barrel and saturday night poker games in the garage-converted-clubhouse. The nieghborhood was alley-liscious... but then Mr. Petty wasnt interested when I brought it up.
Then I almost moved in with Alex. I just couldnt do it.
I live in an attic now, I'm renting it and this place is ... it's pretty hardcore. In the sense that there are hellraiser nails lining my cielings, and i can see little slivers of dailight through the walls where they meet the floor.... and the climate is, um, well, theres a roof over my head, right? I loves it here. I am renting from a young couple, namely my high school latin teacher and her husband. There's a darkroom I can barrow in the basment, and there's these crazy doxins running around REAL LIVE DOXINS... those things are.. fuckin'... animals. And a cat.
Anyway, I dont have a phone yet. I'm going to get one in a week or two but i cant afford it until then. So you cant find me, and you wont find me. I'm sorry.
I am in school now, and I quit my job at the Deli from Hell and now I work at Paper-cut Hut(which is a very good job aside from the papercuts)... This guy I'm ridiculously stupid for is in Maryland but when he comes back he wants to work at Hi-Tec too, and then my plan to never see him again and just pester him online and think about him too much will be rather foiled. Shit.
My best friend got beat up by the cops and went to jail while she was up in New York war protesting. They kept her stuff too... money, food, her whole rucksack. Everything. I'm glad you made it back to Oregon safe and sound.
My new, little red '93 Mazda Protege.... I love it. I'm writing a semi-feminist car 'zine about it in the style of those car porn magazines like "Hotrod!" you know, at Autozone? with the swimsuit models on the hoods of cool cars? My 'zine's gonna be called "Mazda Protege!" and I'm going to take cover pictures of my friends skanked out on the hood.
I'm in two bands.... the Exemplary cosmonauts are kaput for now.
I'm in an all-girl country jug band called Maid-Rite and they actually play in public... we have a show at Offbroadway this week. What'll I wear? What if I forget how to play?
I'm also sort of in "Bad Folk" with Troy Howard and I havent actually done anything with them yet. Like as in, Troy Howard keeps insisting i'm in the band and I dont think so because i've never been to a practice and i think he's the only person in the world that thinks that.
I'm realizing it's really hard working, being a full time student, and trying to support yourself. There are women in some of my classes with kids and full time jobs to boot. How do they do that?? Workin' moms are something else... I dunno, I myself am a single pet owner, and find THAT to be the most difficult job in the world. Cripes.
So no, I didnt join the Witness Protection program. I'm just all grown up.
But dont worry, I'm still 14, as usual.