coffeewhiskey

well I made it to 21, Its a weight off my shoulders.
Too hot today, for too much hair, so I got it cut.
I feel, now and again, on the verge of a fair amount of writing.
It must be building with the pressure of my subconscious.
all those things I'm so ready to think, but they havent crossed my mind yet.
cranberry juice isnt too bad.
Flying north thursday.
be back monday.
I'm excited to see my mom.
Ive found I cant stand her on the phone but she isnt so bad at all in person.

Its a predicatment.
dont want a girlfriend or any attachment because of the move in june.
but lonely at night.
Some kind of cuddle, kiss and nip prostitute is in order.

I want to write about sex during an earthquake.