i found a new set of tee shirts in valu-bins around local thrift stores.

it was a spiritual revelation [as usual when you are rolling into the fourth day of a seven day drug binge.] i felt a little holy, being ambienized and stoned for too long. so i decided to bring you a present.

i rescued you in a shiny white car with a fistful of flowers, a bag full of dope, and a bottle full of vodka. you looked like a vintage snow white, face radiating with violet content. i wanted nothing more than to touch your pretty red lips. so you got in and let the adventure begin.

after a while of struggling, we found ourselves adorable and accompanied. naked girls dancing like angels around them, it just occured to me that i was naked and let my boss touch my very luxurious vagina. without thinking twice. he touched hers, too. no one ever seemed to notice.

he wouldn't kiss me.

eventually, we banished them from the moon. they were an uneventful pair, disregarding the nudity. we tried to masturbate, but were [mostly] left frustrated, with no happy vaginas to be found.

last night we slept three deep in your bed, each in love with the summer sky tattooed on the backs of our eyelids and inbetween our thighs.

i woke up this morning essentially unhappy. it is saturday, the end of this week. each day has been more magnificent than the rest.but for some reason i know today the ship will be crashing down and leaving me broken again.

and i still wonder, am i any better for living today?

after a few weeks, it's almost nice to be back in this place, but i'm mot so sure i want to stay.... what do i do? panic.. scream.. i saw cole at sarah's house. that kid is such a dick. i really don't like him and i just can't figure it out, you know? who knows..
i keep buying these little gfts and don't know what i'm thinking. i really want to buy sarah that buttterfly pin, i think it's beautiful and that she should have it. i would be such a good girlfriend, you know? why aren't i?