today
i woke up at 6.30 to wake my dad up to see if he wanted to play tennis, as we had discussed.
he was too lazy and wanted to sleep, and i indulged his lethargy, because i was fucking sleepy as well.
I dropped him off at work, came home, and passed out for an hour or so.
After that, I spent 30 minutes trying not to stab myself with a knife, as i poked a hole in a coconut to drain it before i cracked it open.
After that, I spent a lot of time wondering a)why I bought a coconut, and b)why I had opened it.
I don't really know what to do with it, ideas are welcome.
Its day 3 of me waiting for those fedex punks to pick up my laptop.
I decided I'm going to spray that one thing I can draw, but in a line, down the center of my skateboard.
and its on the border of this:
actually I can draw two things. whatever. clearly, sometime between between 6th and 10th grades i partially sublimated my pyromania into being partially artistic with partially flame-looking things
I'm writing music again, but my laptop is all packaged up so I can't record.
Emily, am I for seriously going to hang out with you and your friends that weekend? Because the people who are paying for my travel need to know when to book my return train tix. (And I probably have a job that i need to be back for the following monday)
I rode my bike around in jeans and shirtless, and that was sweet. I feel bad for riding less, and letting a lot of my skill go...I'd go ride today, but I have to wait for these fedex bitches.
I play tennis fairly regularly now too.
he was too lazy and wanted to sleep, and i indulged his lethargy, because i was fucking sleepy as well.
I dropped him off at work, came home, and passed out for an hour or so.
After that, I spent 30 minutes trying not to stab myself with a knife, as i poked a hole in a coconut to drain it before i cracked it open.
After that, I spent a lot of time wondering a)why I bought a coconut, and b)why I had opened it.
I don't really know what to do with it, ideas are welcome.
Its day 3 of me waiting for those fedex punks to pick up my laptop.
I decided I'm going to spray that one thing I can draw, but in a line, down the center of my skateboard.
and its on the border of this:
actually I can draw two things. whatever. clearly, sometime between between 6th and 10th grades i partially sublimated my pyromania into being partially artistic with partially flame-looking things
I'm writing music again, but my laptop is all packaged up so I can't record.
Emily, am I for seriously going to hang out with you and your friends that weekend? Because the people who are paying for my travel need to know when to book my return train tix. (And I probably have a job that i need to be back for the following monday)
I rode my bike around in jeans and shirtless, and that was sweet. I feel bad for riding less, and letting a lot of my skill go...I'd go ride today, but I have to wait for these fedex bitches.
I play tennis fairly regularly now too.