'BOYFRIENDS, NOT ESCORTS. ESCORTS, NOT BOYFRIENDS'.
the last week of classes of my high school career is slowly approaching its end. but before that, i need to finsh my short story final about my testosterone-filled comrades. but great, writers block!
some pretty surreal bullshit today--maybe even too good to be included in fred-my invention notebook.
driving all the way to jersey to find a train station museum instead of a limo service or the goose that flew into the van infront of us, got thrown under the car and pieces of its body and feathers came flying strong into the windshield of our car.
i've cheated the scarsdale art department and settled for no more than one class attendance tomorrow. this week does not sound as promising as this weekend, so this increases its arrival.
i have too many anecdotes of a successful sprink break, in a city that seemed much farther than seven hours, montreal. a horse and carriage ride and consistent visits to the liquor store.
what am i to do with all this tossed salad and scrambled eggs?
some pretty surreal bullshit today--maybe even too good to be included in fred-my invention notebook.
driving all the way to jersey to find a train station museum instead of a limo service or the goose that flew into the van infront of us, got thrown under the car and pieces of its body and feathers came flying strong into the windshield of our car.
i've cheated the scarsdale art department and settled for no more than one class attendance tomorrow. this week does not sound as promising as this weekend, so this increases its arrival.
i have too many anecdotes of a successful sprink break, in a city that seemed much farther than seven hours, montreal. a horse and carriage ride and consistent visits to the liquor store.
what am i to do with all this tossed salad and scrambled eggs?