gerta

back in oakland with my sister. i don't know which is more theraputic, the drive, or actually being out of town.

no matter life is good again, really it has been all along i've just forgot that, again.

tha balcony i painted looks fucking sweet and i'm going to fiona apple on saturday.

i think i'll drive home in the middle of the night and try to break my 130mph personal speed record.

and i didn't kill the mailman.

k, bye.

p.s. happy fucking thankgiving