littlegirllost

I grew up in Indianapolis. You can go piss on my parent's lawn if you want. Just continuing on that whole trouble thing, not that I have any particular antipathy toward my parents or anything. You could also TP my high school, leave a bag of flaming crap on my ex-girlfriend's doorstep and maybe even throw a brick through the window of a former employer or two. See why I never go back?

thank you your pictures are cute too! you feeling better yet? im getting there but nights of drinking aren't helping.. lol

sooo busy lately. sorry i've been scarce. hope we can talk soon. life should get less complicated by mid-next week.

i think i just tempted the fates.

I hope you haven't gone anywhere yet. I'd miss you more if I didn't get a chance to say g'bye before you left.

wow, talk about six degrees of seperation.
i take it you went to high school in indiana? (if i remember right)

thanks for stopping by.
your journal entry is so resounding in my heart.

lots of love, strength, and courage to you.
xoxo

My mother died when i was a child. Sometimes after that, I woke up in the middle of night, remembering a dream I just had she was in. For five years, I kept a notebook near to my bed for keeping a record of every dream I was able to remember when waking up. I never felt i could succeed in gaining control over them... but discovered how much things may be drawn unexpectedly "into the fabric of our dreams" . I gained also the conviction that dreams are friendly things, as strange or uncanny as they could be.

i hope all is well for you lady.
i didn't hear from you..and it seems like there was good reason. i take no offense.
hahahahah
keep it real, under the stars, in your folks' backyard..
doing training for the road.
reach me if you need me.
the invite always stands and i know you are leaving soon.

find your way to where you need to be, it all gets better and better.

mark

i wonder how you will say my name?

good 2 talk with you last night. sexy girl. backyard star sleeper.
lucky me.

Just get some gasoline, kitty litter, and frozen concentrated orange juice then ....

very.sexy.profile.picture.thankyou.

and oh...
i was listening to this as per usual..
jawbreaker that is...
and this hit me...you should read it..
again...if it is forgotten to you..
being as your trip and its reasons..
but i like it..
....
"it gets lonliest at nightdown at the liquor store beneath the neon sky. my moonlight. six am the floor comes alive with lice. the pans dried up so tight with hardened beans. we're hungry. so i lean on you sometimes just to see your still there. your feet can't take the weight of one, much less two. we hit concrete. how where we born into this mess? i know i painted you a prettier picture baby. we were run out on a rail. fell from the wagon to the night train. i kissed the bottle. i should have been kissing you. you wake up to an empty night with tears for two. cigarettes they fill the gapsin our empty days, in our broken teeth. we're jonesing. say mister can you spare a dime? some change could make a change. could buy some time, some freedom or an ear to hear my story. its all i've got. my fiction beats the hell out of my truth. a palm upturned burnt blue. don't call it sunburn. you've been shaking on the job. just one drink ahead of your past. there's a white light coming up. you draw the blinds an hope it'll pass......."

any way...
it made me think of you...and all the progress you are making...
and it took me back to the road...as is often so nice...
all my love and support as ever....
mark

Mr. Show.
Rule.
Good luck with the fasting...I remain ever dedicated to a nice little percentage of food that cannot possibly be any good for you.
I will yet prove you can have it and live forever....

A good rain can be one of the most theraputic things. I don't know anything about the science of it, but with the right weather there's electricity in the air. It's the same thing that drives the animals and insects to shelter. But for us, it's probably best if you just go and run in it.

A good thunder rain can make my skin hum.

*blush*
as i do so often...
sometime i am the bringer of the worst ideas in history...
but every here and the...i may have a good one or two...
i cannot give out the words to express exactly what my thoughts are at the moment...
but i am wasted and they would probably be in poor taste,........
but you rock it really hard.....
and thats all i'll say about that..
peace lady...

you've got space on a futon in portland. you know that though.

And of course, if small towns of Eastern CT happen to be along the way, look me up! And don't forget I'm only a few short hours from NYC...