the ab rocket
can't find my phone. not comfrotable with that. can't find my book. not comfortable with that. exceedingly tired. comfortable with that until i have to be untired for jay oh bees. i have 2 jobs now, but i think i spend more money so i haven't really saved more like i planned. should work on that. i met a stage star duchess with 4 middle names and she's carrying my falling stars in her cardigan pockets. she does not know this yet i don't think or maybe she does and is having laughs over it. i'm an optimist for 60 minutes in a room together. i've got two incomplete guitars and i sleep on pillow pile of junk in a tent, in a room full of tents. i like most of my feelings. they are fine and rediscovered. they are delicately balanced between pitfalls of glory and destruction. my mind finds itself in narrow spaces but cracks lead to madness eveyr now and again. my friend john who is the closest thing i have to a congruent friendship and a healthy camraderie got a girlfriend (this is his 2nd one in the 2 weeks he's been up here) and is already feeling oversexed. this is a problem he never thought he would consider a problem. i haven't seen him much lately between our respective schedules of school, work, and women. the ab rocket is being relentlessly thrown in me and my roomates faces for over an hour now. maybe we should get one or three.