my stomach is talking
rrum. rats. i'm in my apartment. nobody's home. my gay roomate went to a drag show tonight that missed out on. woulda been a riot. my other mates are probably out practicing their respective instruments. 'asked out' matchbook girl. (succesfully) sara(h?). freshmen writing major at emerson. damn women with typewriters! probably will go nowhere, but i'm not sure that i care. 11 days and counting 'til devil town texas. ruben said he might be moving back in town next year. that means i just may be moving back.. time will tell. reading jesus' son. overcaffeinated again . . .