erin

god i love my music. i know everyone loves thier own music, but wow.

I'm in seattle, hanging out with cousins. it's so peaceful up here on thier hill, i'm coveting thier lifestyle. fucking weirdos though. all about satan and throwing puppies down flights of stairs.

i know they probably read this. pbbbth.

i'm dissatisfied with my apartment lately. i don't have enough room for all the shit i want to do this summer. woodworking, sewing, weaving, welding, pottery, and all that shit like having guests over for an emergency disco party. i think i'd rather be 35 for a while, buy a house, have consistent employment that pays better than minimum wage, all sorts of electronics up the hooha, a car, etc etc etc. i'm bored of this hamster wheel existence. people with yards and cooking utensils amaze me.

being young and reckless isn't all it's cracked up to be. somebody fetch me my slippers.