eatyourvegans

she told me that i have beautiful eyes.
then she asked if maybe she could have them after i was dead.

i said no.

austin texas. i seem to remember this sxsw convention as some sort of fuckfest. however i must admit that i'm just not really all that interested in these women that try to impress you by what they are reading now, or who their favorite video director is...blah blah blah.

looking for a breeder.
not talking about kelly or kim (wouldn't complain though).
i would just rather talk about something that will still matter in 20 years.

guess i'm getting old.
but i'm not that old.
old is a state of mind?
i've got this pimped out hotel room (when i say "price" you say "line"), and i don't even think i want anyone to see it.
knowing damn well ten years ago i'd have invited every girl in the club to come back for weed and whiskey.

now instead, i'll sit in a bar, alone. listening to what the locals like to play on the jukebox (smells like c.c. club), and let lou reed remind me of you.
"you're gonna reap just what you sow."


lovelife.