nixon

So, this hasn't been the best of weeks.

There's a pile of clothes on my couch that keeps making me cry.

Work sucks.

I miss my boyfriend.

Hell. I miss a lot of people. I'm fucking lonely.

And today I come home and the building is crawling with cops and my cool punkrock kid neighbor is dead. Has been for a couple of days- that's why I've been hearing his dog going nuts throiugh the wall. Now my appartment smells like corpse and dog shit. It's way more complicated than all that- the kid was having breathing problems due to some police brutalty last week (he was riding his bike in BART, highly dangerous stuff). Fuck. Shit's just stupid fucked up. I liked that guy. I don't even remember the last time I liked someone who shared a wall with me.