12:04

reruns & twitter chatter. i need to find the remote.

cold sweet tea and my lips and tongue taste grape.

i search for my lighter, to bring inspiration.

i find my flame.

clouds of smoke

i can't sleep.

i'm not ready for the day to be over.

i'm waiting.

i want something exciting to happen.

i won't sleep until it does

i miss late night phone calls with #anon

11:51

#randomthought

him getting off while i'm on top makes me feel like i've won.

10:41

online msg from a guy i dated two years ago. it simply read, "pussy please". this guy has got to be kidding me. if i didn't give it to him two years ago, what makes him think he can get it now?? then he follows with a msg to check him out in the pic on his page where he has eight thousand in cash in his hand. what's he trying to imply? that he'll pay for it?? there isn't enough money in the world. *rolls eyes & deletes him from page*

9:45

i halfway broke rule #2... and by halfway, i mean... i at least didn't think of him. still. i think i'll text the other guy to take my mind off things.

6:07

i tried to look at you when you were talking to me, but i kept seeing right through you.

4:02

playlist made.

3:39

my thumb runs across the cool metal. it hisses and light flickers. deep breath in. deep breath out. smoke flows from my soul and i tilt my head back, eyes wide shut.


i text my current thing, and a few other random guys. replies bounce back. there is life out there. i need to be a part of it. something is telling me to get my ass out of the house. it's cold, but i wanna ride... listen to music. i need to make a cd. i need a fountain coke.


caffeine is calling. hot tea is not cutting it. that's what i'm telling myself. i know the real reason i wanna leave the house... i wanna hear music and nothing else. me. the road. new mixtape.