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Lots of amazing-ness last night
Saw A, she got a chance to vent some of her frustrations. We went out for Malaysian, which was delectable *and* delicious. On Harvard Ave. Directions getting here, directions to her concert.
Came back, flight, full stomach, cigarette, freezing, frozen, going to bed.
Waking up 2 hours later.
11:30 pm
Still St. Patrick's day
no, mission hill
go to quincy
thisstyle and boy in kitchen
more cigarettes, beer
outrageous
sunglasses
meeting marilyn manson
t ride
'give every one of them a beer'
Sebastian, 211
shamrock
no strawberry stain
arrival
greeted
some familiarity
car bombs
john the irish guy with the weed
croooooked teeth
nice place
2nd floor
dan, from poughkeepsie
nice talkin'
lord byron?
is not aaron, but has erin
riiiight,
but cool, good embrace
nice cigarettes
great hairday/night
hanging out
cupcakes
car bomb
beer
lil' nip o' irish whiskey
yummy
good form
good night
need to borrow CRYPTONOMICON
not read necronimocon, bullshit
get it
harlot in the bed, biotch
[fine, go into the army and make lots of little babies you scandalously pathetic 19 year old patsy, disgusting]
empty apartment below
the closet xoxo
pantry
kitchen floor
lots of comfort
good sleeping
great conversations
1 and 2 and 3
love it
'we're even'
barriers down
exploring architecture
all these houses are built up on foundations
angry flw, sorry, man! sorry
you are my man frank
frank
>shaking head
we'll get there
frank
9am panera
no soup
bastards
eat sandwich
*now* time for soup
now, don't want any
uh, also... e's mom called me
twice
very weird
very weird
...knew people should not call from my phone
but ok.
***************
the voices are a bit quieter today. they aren't really letting me revisit in too much terrible/wonderful detail. One of the best times ever, I've ever, had. Glowing. Can't help the glad.
Saw A, she got a chance to vent some of her frustrations. We went out for Malaysian, which was delectable *and* delicious. On Harvard Ave. Directions getting here, directions to her concert.
Came back, flight, full stomach, cigarette, freezing, frozen, going to bed.
Waking up 2 hours later.
11:30 pm
Still St. Patrick's day
no, mission hill
go to quincy
thisstyle and boy in kitchen
more cigarettes, beer
outrageous
sunglasses
meeting marilyn manson
t ride
'give every one of them a beer'
Sebastian, 211
shamrock
no strawberry stain
arrival
greeted
some familiarity
car bombs
john the irish guy with the weed
croooooked teeth
nice place
2nd floor
dan, from poughkeepsie
nice talkin'
lord byron?
is not aaron, but has erin
riiiight,
but cool, good embrace
nice cigarettes
great hairday/night
hanging out
cupcakes
car bomb
beer
lil' nip o' irish whiskey
yummy
good form
good night
need to borrow CRYPTONOMICON
not read necronimocon, bullshit
get it
harlot in the bed, biotch
[fine, go into the army and make lots of little babies you scandalously pathetic 19 year old patsy, disgusting]
empty apartment below
the closet xoxo
pantry
kitchen floor
lots of comfort
good sleeping
great conversations
1 and 2 and 3
love it
'we're even'
barriers down
exploring architecture
all these houses are built up on foundations
angry flw, sorry, man! sorry
you are my man frank
frank
>shaking head
we'll get there
frank
9am panera
no soup
bastards
eat sandwich
*now* time for soup
now, don't want any
uh, also... e's mom called me
twice
very weird
very weird
...knew people should not call from my phone
but ok.
***************
the voices are a bit quieter today. they aren't really letting me revisit in too much terrible/wonderful detail. One of the best times ever, I've ever, had. Glowing. Can't help the glad.