Jul 09, 2006 15:13
We're back from the beach.
I hate the beach but I played on it every day but one. And I slept on the floor like a pet monkey every night but the night when everyone else was struggling to maintain their balance, and then I stole a bed. We did a lot of screaming and running amock.
I liked it. And my throat is still sore.
I'm so angry and sad and passionate, it can only mean trouble.
All these places and people and ice cream flavors.
I'm being reduced to the mental capacity of a small child.
The Next Big Thing: The Irrationalist Movement
Soon to be films and crazy songs, at the least logical time.
Goodness. The things I take pride in. Pfft. We're all better off without me.
I can't communicate and I miss Jacob and the other root vegetables.