erin

hahahaha. inside joke, nm.

so i was walking on hawthorne the other day, trying to pick up some sexy music to groove to, and everywhere i looked i saw the portland tribune. i don't know if it was paranoia or one of those "episodes" old people talk about, like epilepsy, but every time i saw someone reading a newspaper, it was the portland tribune. every time someone looked at me funny or even just looked at me, they knew. knew what? that i am topless on the front page of a free newspaper? eh. and the bus lady was pissed. she hates porn and everyone associated with it. i know this because she told me my ticket was expired and made me buy a new one. and she was mean about it. that fucking bitch.

ok, i'm being stupid. and this other really rad word that people use all the time but i can't remember what it is.... well i'm being that too. i am not gods gift to newspapers and gosh i sound simple in that article.

i woke up yesterday on the couch, fully clothed, to my mom looking at me with a 'what's the matter with you' face and a bright pink easter basket. hooray for jebus. surprise mommy your youngest has yet to rise from the dead and claim her rightful place in society. don't wait up. i think she wants to medicate me.

i'm ok really... i'm actually in a pretty damn good way lately. when i woke up today all i wanted was the fixings for a standard greasy breakfast. and i wanted to fix it myself. i'm getting bills paid off and making rent, and it's starting to be springtime. pretty soon my favorite spot is going to be up and running again, and a walk at 3 am will look like a vacation. oh my, and the beach! so much to freak out about.

thanks chris it really means a lot. sorry i didn't get to say g'bye before you took off or got kicked out, whatever it was.

you are free to go now. may jebus be with you.