this is old from the 7th or 8th
i'm in town, in kbc,
i got inyesterday in order to visit people and see braxton and chase hill but mostly braxton play tonight. at the savages.
i don't like live journal much, except reading about what vanessa's up to, and i like amanda's posts some times.
well alotr of the time
i haven't checked this in over a month though.
monhegan is ffun. i smoke drink and get stoned most of my days. by 3 i'm trashy some times. in the afternoon.
i don't write much or draw or read i lie out on my roof and sleep and get tan and miss brax, right now i miss caroline most. and sophie but she's right aroudn my shoulder at the register cashing out the tourist population. on monheghan all the stupid tourists leave on the four thirty boat. i have to be on the 2 pm boat from new harbor tommorrow. tommorrow should be more than 19 and a half hours away.
i miss kennebunk, i miss acting like i'm seventeen. the people on the island know cat becasue of his dirty feet, that made me laugh. brax soph and kyle came to see me last week five days before my mom was there for the day and five days later isaac came. i'm home now, i slept in my own bed, with my nice comforter and no hole in the window. but i'm glad to be here now writeing, and sober.
i go on hikes most of the time there. its pretty. i want caroline to see it, and brax to see it again. i want to see it a little, not to much though, just for a vacation. or after i get paid, i should have alot of money in this pay check, that will be nice.
fourth of july was nice, i want to have a god damned huge ass party the next time i'm ho0me and my mom isn't. huge where everyone gets super trashy and runs around screaming "Beahr en cigarettes" and gets so trashy they dance until they fall on the soggy wet wood of my deck hopefully someone gets a foot through to remind me of the good times i blacked out for. with hash brownies and morphine punch, like monhegan but with me as a seventeen year old, not twenty five. or the little sister.
i'm stopping with all this marajuana use, i'm lazy and unproductive, alot. after i finish my bag, i'll only be smoked up for a while. and as dirt weed is the herb of choice on the island it won't be enough to take away my ambition. this post is really very enlarged. i'm happy i wrote a little. i miss this, this chair this store this town, and beach and peers. i love you.
i got inyesterday in order to visit people and see braxton and chase hill but mostly braxton play tonight. at the savages.
i don't like live journal much, except reading about what vanessa's up to, and i like amanda's posts some times.
well alotr of the time
i haven't checked this in over a month though.
monhegan is ffun. i smoke drink and get stoned most of my days. by 3 i'm trashy some times. in the afternoon.
i don't write much or draw or read i lie out on my roof and sleep and get tan and miss brax, right now i miss caroline most. and sophie but she's right aroudn my shoulder at the register cashing out the tourist population. on monheghan all the stupid tourists leave on the four thirty boat. i have to be on the 2 pm boat from new harbor tommorrow. tommorrow should be more than 19 and a half hours away.
i miss kennebunk, i miss acting like i'm seventeen. the people on the island know cat becasue of his dirty feet, that made me laugh. brax soph and kyle came to see me last week five days before my mom was there for the day and five days later isaac came. i'm home now, i slept in my own bed, with my nice comforter and no hole in the window. but i'm glad to be here now writeing, and sober.
i go on hikes most of the time there. its pretty. i want caroline to see it, and brax to see it again. i want to see it a little, not to much though, just for a vacation. or after i get paid, i should have alot of money in this pay check, that will be nice.
fourth of july was nice, i want to have a god damned huge ass party the next time i'm ho0me and my mom isn't. huge where everyone gets super trashy and runs around screaming "Beahr en cigarettes" and gets so trashy they dance until they fall on the soggy wet wood of my deck hopefully someone gets a foot through to remind me of the good times i blacked out for. with hash brownies and morphine punch, like monhegan but with me as a seventeen year old, not twenty five. or the little sister.
i'm stopping with all this marajuana use, i'm lazy and unproductive, alot. after i finish my bag, i'll only be smoked up for a while. and as dirt weed is the herb of choice on the island it won't be enough to take away my ambition. this post is really very enlarged. i'm happy i wrote a little. i miss this, this chair this store this town, and beach and peers. i love you.