i like throwing my voice and breaking guitars

4:26 p.m. x 2005-12-28

evening avec la clare, amber and ALEX! notable lack of kara, excess of rob zombie in all forms, mild conversational depth, overall: nice. strawberry soda, darwin fish, tony the pony, i wanted chicken so badly i could've cried. amber went nobly forth to work as alex took clare and i to the mall and i bought a shirt proclaiming "i'm not okay". unceasingly delightful! barnes & noble, home, scalp-ache from makeshift hairdo.


fuck yo mama!
fuck yo sista!
fuck yo grandmaw!
but most of all, FUCK YOU!


if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
(& etc)

anybody can be just like me, obviously.
not too many can be like you, fortunately.
KL 02-11