Monday, May 03, 2004
*it was the sweetness of your skin, it was the hope of all we might have been that fills me with the hope to wish impossible things.. but now the sun shines cold and all the sky is grey the stars are dimmed by clouds and tears and all i wish is gone away.. all i wish is gone away*
the cure.
that lyric, paired with the cure cd, inspired the "wish" on my tattoo. oh, and the fact that one wishes on stars. neat.
meeeep. i just woke up. i fell asleep on the couch. it happens. now i feel groggy. im ready to go to bed for real, but im closing tomorrow night, and derek has proclaimed it as the night we shut down new york city, so i should sleep late in the morning. that sentence is awkward. ive tried to fix it but im too tired to really care. anyway, tonight derek declared that we are drinking tomorrow night, so i guess we are. he needs a drinking buddy while justin is in texas, i think. i suck at drinking, and derek drinks hard. i dont know if i could do six hours of solid drinking with him. we have really good conversation, so im not afraid ill be bored. but. i think we will be going alone. so the responsibility of staying out late with him will fall on me, and what if i wanna go home?
anyway. my back is hurting due to tattoo chafing. i havent been taking as good care of this one as i did my wrist. it needs to be washed, but its so annoying to try and wash my back without being in the shower. i guess i should switch to lotion rather than a&d the day after tomorrow. i cant wait till its healed. that will be nice. hopefully ill skip the itchy stage like i did with my wrist. super !!
blah blah blah blah. thats what i feel like is coming out of me. i have nothing to say, but im bored so i keep typing. i could read, but there is no place conducive to reading in comfort in my place except my bed. and im not ready for that place yet. our couch is the most uncomfortable couch ever. when i move to long island, im going to save up to get a really comfy chair. im going to buy a bed and also and use my futon as my couch. which kinda sucks bc its not very comfortable. but maybe once im making some real money i can buy a new mattress for it. my dads futon mattress is great, so it is possible. im still reading slaughter-house five. its good but i havent been in the mood to read on the subway lately. ive been tired, or standing. i dont read when im standing unless im going to be on the train for a while. or if im realllllly into the book. it kinda annoys me how the book keeps going "so it goes." alright kurt vonnegut. enough.
im waiting for twon. i dont know why he isnt on. perhaps there are many people coming and going at the hotel. mike probably wont sign on tonight since he is having a guest, one of his okcupid girls, carly. i wanna go to bed around 3 i think, that way i can just wake up to shower and get to work. perhaps watch some tv or play some guitar. this kinda sucks, being awake and having nothing to do. im watching E! i think the late movie comes on i a wee bit. fuck i forgot to tell candace that her boyfriend, hugh jackman, is going to be on leno tomorrow. she thinks hes hot. i think he's wolverine.
this blanket on our couch needs to be washed. its icky and stinky. perhaps ill bring it on over to the laundromat when next i go. i might wash clothes tuesday. i dont have a lot of laundry, but i did get sour cream on my pants today, right on the ass. i wanna clean my room and clean the living room, and make it feel like home again. cos lately its just this disaster area bc i was so busy and lazy when i wasnt busy..
well. this is pointless, so im going now. maybe ill have some stroke of genius or something later. i doubt it. byebye..
the cure.
that lyric, paired with the cure cd, inspired the "wish" on my tattoo. oh, and the fact that one wishes on stars. neat.
meeeep. i just woke up. i fell asleep on the couch. it happens. now i feel groggy. im ready to go to bed for real, but im closing tomorrow night, and derek has proclaimed it as the night we shut down new york city, so i should sleep late in the morning. that sentence is awkward. ive tried to fix it but im too tired to really care. anyway, tonight derek declared that we are drinking tomorrow night, so i guess we are. he needs a drinking buddy while justin is in texas, i think. i suck at drinking, and derek drinks hard. i dont know if i could do six hours of solid drinking with him. we have really good conversation, so im not afraid ill be bored. but. i think we will be going alone. so the responsibility of staying out late with him will fall on me, and what if i wanna go home?
anyway. my back is hurting due to tattoo chafing. i havent been taking as good care of this one as i did my wrist. it needs to be washed, but its so annoying to try and wash my back without being in the shower. i guess i should switch to lotion rather than a&d the day after tomorrow. i cant wait till its healed. that will be nice. hopefully ill skip the itchy stage like i did with my wrist. super !!
blah blah blah blah. thats what i feel like is coming out of me. i have nothing to say, but im bored so i keep typing. i could read, but there is no place conducive to reading in comfort in my place except my bed. and im not ready for that place yet. our couch is the most uncomfortable couch ever. when i move to long island, im going to save up to get a really comfy chair. im going to buy a bed and also and use my futon as my couch. which kinda sucks bc its not very comfortable. but maybe once im making some real money i can buy a new mattress for it. my dads futon mattress is great, so it is possible. im still reading slaughter-house five. its good but i havent been in the mood to read on the subway lately. ive been tired, or standing. i dont read when im standing unless im going to be on the train for a while. or if im realllllly into the book. it kinda annoys me how the book keeps going "so it goes." alright kurt vonnegut. enough.
im waiting for twon. i dont know why he isnt on. perhaps there are many people coming and going at the hotel. mike probably wont sign on tonight since he is having a guest, one of his okcupid girls, carly. i wanna go to bed around 3 i think, that way i can just wake up to shower and get to work. perhaps watch some tv or play some guitar. this kinda sucks, being awake and having nothing to do. im watching E! i think the late movie comes on i a wee bit. fuck i forgot to tell candace that her boyfriend, hugh jackman, is going to be on leno tomorrow. she thinks hes hot. i think he's wolverine.
this blanket on our couch needs to be washed. its icky and stinky. perhaps ill bring it on over to the laundromat when next i go. i might wash clothes tuesday. i dont have a lot of laundry, but i did get sour cream on my pants today, right on the ass. i wanna clean my room and clean the living room, and make it feel like home again. cos lately its just this disaster area bc i was so busy and lazy when i wasnt busy..
well. this is pointless, so im going now. maybe ill have some stroke of genius or something later. i doubt it. byebye..
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