I'm gonna go out on a limb here...

I dumped a load of chalk on my carpet. I hope it doesn't stain.
Accepted was kind of a good movie...I kinda want to go do some underachieving right now.
I've got this senseless urge to burn all my bras. Not because they are binding, but because I need new ones. And school is Friday, and I want my freedom.
On the Road really wasn't that great...in fact, Kerouac sorta kinda makes me wanna tear my eyes out.
Travels With Charley is my search-for-the-soul-of-America-book of choice.
It even tops Hunter.
Gods bless him.
I really don't want to take drama this year.
Apparently, the play is going to be a sort of smorgasboard of...Broadway musicals.
What the fuck.
I've decided to cease babytalk of all kind to anyone. Babies are humans, not to be mentally/physically/socially retarded by the lack of intelligence of the people around them. And I'm guessing it somewhat rapes the ears of cute animals.
I really, really love my dog.
And I really, really hate those small, annoying Poodle things that all those Hollywood types have.
Mandy informed me of the breakup of Chris Robinson and Kate Hudson today.
I really don't give a shit.
I don't know how anyone can really respond to any of this, but life will go on.
La fin.

 

exactly!

you laid it all out...

 

That's right, I did. I'm glad you...agree?

 

On The Road is incredible.
Read Big Sur.
Is that the Iron and Wine guy?

 

Oh Kryz.

I miss you.


In regards to On The Road, same thing for me.

I like some of Kerouac's American haikus. That's about it.

Drama was amazing while it lasted.

But the end of the year was so nervewracking I couldn't do it again. Even though I loved being on stage, the nervousness that lead up to it just wasn't worth it. Drama is a lot of fucking work, and a lot of co-operation.

I'm too selfish for drama. That's why English suits me fine. I love my dad's dog a lot. She's got fleas right now though. I avidly de-flea her, and it's sort of fun, I have to admit. That's gross. Sorry if that grosses anyone out. Just proves we evolved from apes.

My mother bought me new bras in July. I want more.

School starts ridiculously early for you. I don't have to go back til September 5th.

I have my black-ink pens in order and my wonderful 1" vinyl binders. I'm fucking excited.

The black ink allows me to write progressively.

 

this is the best thread ever.

you got balls, lady.

 

never dumped any chalk on my carpet, sprinkled some glitter around tho and told people the fairies had been here