$200 haircuts and a $5 shake
feeling sooo unispired... I wish that I could just feel like I wanted to write again... Why does so much bad have to happen, and then on top of it, I get to not want to write a word.. or even think of a creative sentence, for that matter.. I think I kinda got excited for a moment today.. day started fairly beautifully... it was a pricless drive to work, perfect morning, windows down, elvis costello as loud as I can take it, or sing it, checkerd vans on the pedals, favorite shirt on my back, expensive jeans, afro sheen, jelly bean.. it's amazing what an outfit can do for your attitude.. fuck, as far as I'm concerned, I was Brando all day long.. or maybe even Charles Bronson.. by night, it's James Dean.. thankyou thankyou to whoever picked the perfect plum in my fruit basket this morning.. it made my whole day worth it... still have it on my lips.. I'll share if anyone wants some.. tomorrow, it's sippin pina coladas beachside with the best brother a kid could have, and a hundred and one teenage girls all bikini clad.. I think I'm gonna take some mescaline... and go swimming