there are these 2 ladytron stickers on my door that gaby stuck on my pillows a year ago and i ripped off. i arranged them so that the guy is gazing longingly at the girl while she intensely stares straight out and into your eyes. i think maru is bringing fleas into my room. talked to log and mom 2nite before heading to the library to do some dull reading that wouldn't be focusable anywhere else and i started thinking about my dad's hands adn i just went into this deep place and went on autopilot and padded out of th elibrary, down the library steps adn out to the lawn near a tree, where i laid down and started sniveling on the cold sweet-smelling grass and soaking up the dampness and gettting chilled by teh wind and choking and sniggering adn snorting and all those unattractive crying noises....for quite a wihle on this deserted sudnay midnight plain of grass. yes, i have cried on my school's quad, suck my plastic dick. a hug owuld have been nice, even from a bewildered stranger, but i just dusted myself off and went back inside all swelly and resumed reading critiques of normal science and the structure of scientific revolutions.
then i went to the sto' and bought croissants and tuna, chocolate milk adn beer, and lettuce and vegetables adn it all summer out to be this bizarre balance of foods. i always get the hand held baskets adn then fill them up too much. i miss the big stinky yellow market with my padres, with the red corrugated plastic roof and cats running around everywhere and huge barrels of olives and piles of tomatoes....and people yelling at me in spanish about my sweet ass while i am scoping out deals on onions and whatnot. hooo dangy.
i did the stomach video today with jru. then we ate pizzaa together.
most importantly! i cleaned out what is soon to be my secret fort/hideout in our backyard. soon it will be ready for our plans....
it is just so great ot have a corner store. if you need about anything, you can just head on up less than a block to the coh-na sto' and get whatever it is you need. there is this mysterious moustached attractive dark older foreign man who always rides his laundry to the next door laundromat on his bike contraption. the BEST parts about the corner store are the pickled sausage wrappers and "coolie" fruit drink bottles i find discarded into my truck by the neighbors, and the packs of little kids from the apartments down the street who go up there every weekend night to buy "hunk a pizza" and soda for dinner and then walk back to their houses with it shouting at each other. they're amazing. they make me wanna say "heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy-ayyyy".
i gotta start lookin around for some vagina warriors!!!! more immediately i gotta do my readin.
