narcolepsy. (i get upset or happy, i go to sleep.)

my phone has officially kicked the bucket. somewhere between The Big Lake and my cartwheel on the last kick home and i thought it was salvagable. what was easy to fix was my ankle with some ice on a couch - is it yellow?- for a couple of hours. i missed out on Bare's show and i think coffee with a walking version of a bob dylan song but i don't like to capitoilze letters anyway.i like this boy who had Billy Joel's 'The Stranger' on vinyl lying out on his carpet. (Just the cover.) admitting that makes me want to throw up, but the taste of bile is kicking off before it even gets halfway through - when will you realize? vienna waits for you. i take offense to my attempts of kindness being dismissed, i like shallow piano buildups that leave you feeling vengeful. people tread quietly only in my dreams these days.


this went from nothing to worse in less time than i thought it'd take
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cory daigle has been saving my life consistently. and harry banana farm was superb. and seeing kansas city picasso was as good as stealing chair boys. "cat, i just let you go on some ramble i never get and i support it." the anonymous blog lover. i know there's at least one.


my hair is being post-party funk awesome today.MONICA LAURA said it looked like ribbons. VIGILcut all his hair off.

smug mug



i am off to drink hot tea. STEPHANIE RAE_{who wrote about my last massive ultra fun ft. laudy HERE} and LAKE WORTH KATIE that makes me think of you both. :(

we sat in blacklights and sang MILK and maybe there was a guitar that did not have as fine of a tune and maybe i couldn't use the kit i want back but it was fun and i feel like everything just slipped down the drain so quickly. if you get that it's not because of what you think you get, get it?





i like my bracelets today.




IRONY