loverboy
oh, er, uh. this was written four days ago. it's from my paper journal. you can have it, it's yours.



halloween was a dirty bitch. no eggs were thrown at me. oh good! yeah, no yolk sogging ribbon hairs this time (or limp velvet dress), no black mountain songs inappropriately so appropriate (speaking the truth!), no forty something dude in a negligee and his bozo recording studio, no pleading to the skies "why can't i" in my soulful tantrum, no shock horror sign about it cause we were in love but now i'm sad.
i was a french leopard, i wore a tail and jumper skirt. bloody lip, some whiskers, we walked to stones place, things felt GOOD. i laughed at travis, i like him with his hair black. stephanie was lovely and blue, i'm a bit sorry for making a fool out of myself when i stopped caring but you know me. there were some other people with us though i forget the names, i think garrett and tara, they were pretty cool but i think they were evil. it rained and my red beret came down, my whiskers were like "wh-wuhh?" and my tail went wag.

...now it is wednesday and i don't care that i can't translate my thoughts properly in this thing, or how my hair is falling out, how i am a mess is a delight, i feel like the days are nothing so what about it, y'know? no. i want to try something new, and move very far away. i bought a new book today and i might read it, i might set it on fire. here is a list of some things i hate: coffee, shoes, cold, toronto, food, walls, girls, banks, schools, words, guitars, fingernails, telephones, in your face, serious face, husband, tomato, computer, computers, kevin bacon, pony tails, douche bags, babies, hamburger helper, adonis, edie sedgwick, hard boiled eggs, ennio morricone man collectors, etc.