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some things i did very last minute for the show this previous weekend:
i don't get it. i can't make sense of anyone's actions & how it all spirals down to being my fault, but
it's driving me nuts! these past couple weekends i've been having lots and lots of fun
but then somehow, it gets reallyyy messy. and sometimes, it's because i did something really silly,
and other times, it's completely out of my control. sooo, i think this is all stoopid.
even if i get really drunk and allow dumb things to happen, just let me fucking deal with it.
finally. thanks to kevin.
the only things i'm allowing into my week are:
coffee, typewriter-talk, notes, brushing up on my neglected instruments, documentaries,
blunts, and people who don't have the idea that i'm trying to get into their fucking pants.