baltimore ruled so hard
things in the world that i apparently think about upon waking up:
- a big bruise on my leg from playing tambourine so hard
- this black plastic bag in the tree outside my house that looks like a brontosaurus
- why can't i sleep anymore?
- that damn love of my life song, get out of my head
- also certain songs from when shane left the pogues that play when i open my computer
without me telling them to play that make me want to throw it out the window. way to take the party out of party shuffle.
- speaking of party, lesley gore.
- the fingerprints on my ceiling.
- videos of bas jan ader and marina abramovic.
- i have this cough that sounds like really deep beeping,
reminding me of how i had bronchitis this winter and then got better without medicine
and was sick on valentines day and no one was in my house.
- that was a stupid thing to remember.
- baltimore was amazing, we went to a dance in the lithuanian social club on friday night after eating a ton of brownies in the car. i wish i had taken a photo of the bathroom, aka the best bathroom in the world. kandace from cooper was there with her cool older friends. this guy was following kate and i around and when he was leaving he said 'you know your friend is a great dancer' to me and then when we were walking around the next day the same guy was sitting on his porch and said "hey its the girls who dance so good" and it kind of made us feel famous in baltimore. we sat by a creek and drank whiskey in the sun sitting on the rocks and found a lot of fools gold. the show was really fun, probably shorter and less sweaty than i'd hoped. after that we went to this party for cool art hipsters which would have been good if we hadn't been drinking and eating brownies for two days so eventually we left that place and walked back, passing out in the most beautiful 1950s writing room. yesterday we waited a really, really long time for the bus to take us back to new york and i fell asleep for a long time and woke up with a wet face.
- i think i've got bread downstairs which means that i can make myself some toast, which will give me a sense of pride and responsibility. i can feed myself.
- i don't know how to do taxxxes.
- a big bruise on my leg from playing tambourine so hard
- this black plastic bag in the tree outside my house that looks like a brontosaurus
- why can't i sleep anymore?
- that damn love of my life song, get out of my head
- also certain songs from when shane left the pogues that play when i open my computer
without me telling them to play that make me want to throw it out the window. way to take the party out of party shuffle.
- speaking of party, lesley gore.
- the fingerprints on my ceiling.
- videos of bas jan ader and marina abramovic.
- i have this cough that sounds like really deep beeping,
reminding me of how i had bronchitis this winter and then got better without medicine
and was sick on valentines day and no one was in my house.
- that was a stupid thing to remember.
- baltimore was amazing, we went to a dance in the lithuanian social club on friday night after eating a ton of brownies in the car. i wish i had taken a photo of the bathroom, aka the best bathroom in the world. kandace from cooper was there with her cool older friends. this guy was following kate and i around and when he was leaving he said 'you know your friend is a great dancer' to me and then when we were walking around the next day the same guy was sitting on his porch and said "hey its the girls who dance so good" and it kind of made us feel famous in baltimore. we sat by a creek and drank whiskey in the sun sitting on the rocks and found a lot of fools gold. the show was really fun, probably shorter and less sweaty than i'd hoped. after that we went to this party for cool art hipsters which would have been good if we hadn't been drinking and eating brownies for two days so eventually we left that place and walked back, passing out in the most beautiful 1950s writing room. yesterday we waited a really, really long time for the bus to take us back to new york and i fell asleep for a long time and woke up with a wet face.
- i think i've got bread downstairs which means that i can make myself some toast, which will give me a sense of pride and responsibility. i can feed myself.
- i don't know how to do taxxxes.