i always have so much more to say here before i actually sit down to write.
i have scratches from the unhinged safety pin on my bag all over my poor hand and i've been asked several times if i have a cat and if he or she did that to me.

even when i was little i had ideas about things that were too kitschy for liking.
ex: cowboys, pirates, fantasy novels.

i still can't read fucking fantasy fiction.
BUT.

i LOVE cowboy life! and the idea of setting sail and travelling the lone islands where dreams come true and eustace becomes a dragon with a stumpy forearm. bonnie and clyde is the best thing i have ever HEARD. gangsta. on the run! stealing and smoking cigars and wearing scarves so your hair doesn't get messed up on the highway, brotha.

i cannot read ONE MORE STORY where the subtle slice-of-life sophia coppola movie atmosphere leaves me charmed and sedated.

IT IS ONE CRAZY AND GLAMOROUS WORLD AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF I'LL SIT AROUND AND MEDIOCRE ALL THE TIME.


nutty, hmm?

whenst i turn eighteen i am going to take up SMOKING and that is that.

oh, i saw ross today and he waved.
i'm going to wait for ryan to get home so he can open the mailbox.