martedì, settembre 27

im blogging from my dads shop. its always a bad sign. last time i blogged from here, i was paying off a $500 phone bill.

i just had the most horrible two days.

ipod = empty
car = broken.

its sad days.

venerdì, settembre 23

hollywood bowling

during intermission danielle and i decided that we would get hot apple cider the way we would during hollywood bowl concerts of our youths.

alas, the new hollywood bowl does not sell apple cider.

instead, we purchased two hard brownies and decided to have a cigarette.

when approching the smoking area, we discovered that my dad was already there smoking his benson and hedges. happy birthday, dad.

martedì, settembre 20

"i dont really look like this in real life"

showered and clean. you know what i mean?

i tend to speak in tea cups.

sometimes i space out at work and i stare a customers. some of you have the most sour looks on your faces. sometimes you look lost and when i walk over to help, you pull out the bottom most item from the bottom of the stack. boy are you dumb.

school begins in 9 days.

i turn 20 in 10 days.

i want a vaporizer for my birthday.

im kidding

not really.

yes i am.

lunedì, settembre 19

my long forever summer

god, what a long fucking summer. the beginning of summer feels so distant. it doesnt feel like "damn, i just moved out of my apartment like thre days ago."

whatever dudes, i made money at ae, spent money from here to wyoming, then from here to san francisco.

i've learned how to live my life without writing about it in this foresaken blog. not really. i suppose its better for the people who know everything in my life to actually be in my life.

i didnt mean that. i miss everyone. im kicking myself for not making enough of an effort to see people this summer.

i've also learned to stop assuming that people are good people because people suck and they never pick up their clothes even when they see people with armloads of merchandise. fuckers.

my brain is an empty bin. i've emptied it out slowly during the summer and i didnt put anything back. oh except memories.

i remember that saint brendan reunions should probably include more than 7 people.

sony fontopia ear buds will block out everything from the white noise of a buses engine to the harsh vocal stylings of tourists

i probably will be ass before the next harry potter book is released

i am unsure which is worse.

venerdì, settembre 16

i kinda wish i had lungs of steel.

whatever. i have work soon. goodbye