the only shit i care about this morning is

sorry i guess.
wait.
i'm not sorry at all.

i remember what it looked like

by the french doors to the back porch.
the sun would shine through the tacky lace curtains and make patterns on the perfect gray carpet.
in the winter i would sit on the hvac vent with a blanket around me. a parachute of heat next to a cold window.
i would look for things in the carpet like finernail clippings or dirt.

i never found them.

verygladitsfriday

everyone makes me sick. people are gross. but this mold is sorta pretty (as far as mold goes)

why are the memorial candles next to cookies?
thanks.

the tv is snowing and i still haven't gotten up.

oh god why?

who wants to puke??


fix it with this.



and this

todaytoday

i saw this today at the nelson. the parkeharrison show altogether was amazing.
i should be taking full advantage of my location.

super exhausted. a million things i should be doing. not looking forward to such a long day tomorrow.
high places-like a million times today. i have some kind of addiction to stardust and sentience.
hopefully this week i will start receiving things from the chain letters.

need to complete new cv
need to write statement
need to do shooting.
need to pay some bills.
goodgod.