i hate philadelphia.
and all the drama.

my body is so sore. 5 games of bowling. ridiculous.
i did horribly. even with budweiser.
but at least i had fun.
sometimes when we do bad things (not sex) i feel like we're the only two people that exsist.
everyone else is just our extras.

why is it so hard for me to get off my ass and look for a job.
jesus.
i think there's something wrong.
fuck.
ok i'm gonna go do it now.
maybe.
probably.
definetly.
goodbye.

jesus christ. i was just thinking that and you just said it.
your fucking pictures. god damn.
it's not me.
but i like how i look to you.
this is ridiculous.
you and your tabasco spiced beef jerky.

last night i cried through almost the whole episode. i'm gonna blame the cocktails. it was perfect. everything about it ( Read more... )

the ferris wheel. coney island. taking photos. driving. being canadian for a couple days. ac. sleeping. the human spider. my christmas present. windows in manhattan. the faint in the shower. am grindcore. drunken hotel rooms. just talking. being comfortable. not having to pretend. chain resturaunts. you. us. everything ( Read more... )

i want to write something.
but i can't remember what it is.

it's almost over. one more week ( Read more... )

finally got to see lost in translation ( Read more... )

which is bad. considering it's 3pm.
but i don't have to operate any heavy machinery.

tried to start cleaning my room.
i ended up here. online. not even in my room.

i want to do a google search:
"what the hell should i be doing with my life?"

what do you think google has to say about that.

i'm going to the thrift store.