10:46 a.m. • 2007-01-05

Listening to: Daniel Johnston

A show tomorrow. Please don't get too drunk and grope lead singer's beard.

My ass still hurts. And I sucked at bowling last night because of it. An old, old, old, school friend showed up last night. He lives in France and is married to a boy. We talked about how he would leave clay penis's in the mailbox. It was weird.

Been listening to alot of vinyl lately. I guess that happens more when I have time off. I'd be nice not to have to work. Nina Simone . Tom Waits . The scratchy the record, the better.

My Mom called the cops on my brother. She passed it off as a misdialed 411 call when they showed up. My brother was going through the garbage for his holey socks my parents threw away. He's progressively getting worse. And someone that I believe is interested in him is sick as well. . . . . ... .

I want to go far away with my cat and DJ and never return to this shit hole.

It won't happen.

I dreamt that I stole jewels from an insane old lady last night. The night before I whitnessed a murder being committed.

Dreams don't come true, even the good ones. The best is when you realize it. I read an articule about Jeremy Enigk and he was saying the same thing I've been thinking. Its just odd that I conjured all of these falsehoods when I was a teenager or in college. The only thing that might be true is that I have a cat. ?

-Bexx

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