hey, you should call...
so, this past week has been nutty.
man oh man. finally found some killer thrift stores.
i'd say my best purchases are the following:
newsboy-esque cap : hey, the ladies love it, apparently. seriously though, it's out of control when i wear the thing. who knew dykes loved "oliver" so much
a keyboard with barnyard beats and options $1.99
yesterday was the perfect day, though i'm beginning to wonder if i'm still drunk. and if i'm not, i'm beginning to wonder if i ought to be.
went to the dyke bar again with the same group of ladies. ..."i wanna take you to a gay bar gay bar gay bar...hey..." aw, heck. made some ladies swoon. i'm starting to love it here, even if this town just ain't big enough for all the queer folks (and the lezbo drama...) as in my slightly more sober work state i'm beginning to reflect on my swoonworthy meeting and dancing with this lady who may in fact be an ex of my room mate.
holy shit.
i could be all wet.
the past week four folks in my life have died. i'm sick of that. feeling anxious today, feel free to call and talk my ear off. i'd love it. my friend's dad just died and i am worried for her in a way that no one knew to worry for me, you know? i don't know, i WAS lucky to have a support system. it just would have been nice to have someone young who knew sort of how i felt... but she doesn't really have that. even with me, i know something else is up and i'm kind of scared.
but maybe thats how you guys felt about me, the intense emotional passionate kid i can be. kind of scared and powerless.
i don't know. also, the other night i had the most surreal experience. after performing in the streets i went to a chinese resturant late to have a huge BOWL of alcohol with friends, rum and fruit flavors intoxicated me to such a sweet state i recall loving LOVING LOVING the fried rice more than i ever should have. i've never gotten tipsy in a resturant, or loud. it was fun.
so in short. send me MONEY, PRESENTS (burned copies of cds or mixes... ryan ??) tee hee hee and calls calls calls
love and missss thang
man oh man. finally found some killer thrift stores.
i'd say my best purchases are the following:
newsboy-esque cap : hey, the ladies love it, apparently. seriously though, it's out of control when i wear the thing. who knew dykes loved "oliver" so much
a keyboard with barnyard beats and options $1.99
yesterday was the perfect day, though i'm beginning to wonder if i'm still drunk. and if i'm not, i'm beginning to wonder if i ought to be.
went to the dyke bar again with the same group of ladies. ..."i wanna take you to a gay bar gay bar gay bar...hey..." aw, heck. made some ladies swoon. i'm starting to love it here, even if this town just ain't big enough for all the queer folks (and the lezbo drama...) as in my slightly more sober work state i'm beginning to reflect on my swoonworthy meeting and dancing with this lady who may in fact be an ex of my room mate.
holy shit.
i could be all wet.
the past week four folks in my life have died. i'm sick of that. feeling anxious today, feel free to call and talk my ear off. i'd love it. my friend's dad just died and i am worried for her in a way that no one knew to worry for me, you know? i don't know, i WAS lucky to have a support system. it just would have been nice to have someone young who knew sort of how i felt... but she doesn't really have that. even with me, i know something else is up and i'm kind of scared.
but maybe thats how you guys felt about me, the intense emotional passionate kid i can be. kind of scared and powerless.
i don't know. also, the other night i had the most surreal experience. after performing in the streets i went to a chinese resturant late to have a huge BOWL of alcohol with friends, rum and fruit flavors intoxicated me to such a sweet state i recall loving LOVING LOVING the fried rice more than i ever should have. i've never gotten tipsy in a resturant, or loud. it was fun.
so in short. send me MONEY, PRESENTS (burned copies of cds or mixes... ryan ??) tee hee hee and calls calls calls
love and missss thang