dirtyground

motherfucker. i had two free tickets to see ?uestlove from The Roots spin in a room about as big as my bedroom but i decided to hang out with my boys in San Jo. nothin' like smoking a Chesterfield with a bunch of rockabillys talking existential. dude, i'm going to the beach tommorow. the beach.

its good to be back. i miss the ocean. i miss the weather. i miss California. i had a small epiphany; i can't live without it. i'm not a midwestern person.

im going to LA next week. i expect y'all to hang out with me. wednesday through saturday. will be at heather's and Tori's. call me. if you dont know my number email me.

note to self: dont bring up heroin around people unless you know them. and they get all butthurt about being ex heroin addicts and get all up in your face about it. dude, ride a fucking bike or something. i fucking hate junkies... theyre like hippies but more self righteous. ugh.

found the first Ikara Colt album - my FUCKING favorite - on vinyl for $3. sorry, i just had to write that. $3 for the best and most under-rated album of the last 5 years. unbefuckinglievable. those songs are so fucking rude.

i don't miss chicago in the least i just miss knowing where my home is. i look forward to the end of college. ♥n