lukawarm

even though i loathe the mornings...pulling myself up and out of bed, especially when the nights have been so cool with perfect sleeping weather, i find the only solace i see alllllll day is while im walking to work at 7am. down cumberland aveune. up to congress.. across monument sq. under the shade of the trees. the skies have been enormous and beautiful. its been 67 degrees sunshine and breezy. i feel the fall coming.
my back hurts.
i chopped off all of my hair ('cept the dreads, of course.).. its been a rough week or so... not even hormonal rages of indifference and depression just... depression. apathy and stubborn will. im such as asshole when im like this but i just feel in this.. spot. interacting with people is difficult. my dental work is fake out smiles... ive been playing with knives again. heeh. and on top of this lovely pile of shit storm...
EVICTION.
yep. land lord didnt like the roomie being hauled off to jail for noise complaints one party about a month ago. so. whoop. we're out. septembet 15th i very well may be homeless. which is ok, because if thats the case, whoooooosh off to the west coast i go.
anyway, besides working, knife play and hair cutting, ive been watching a lot of movies. nothing great so much. 'style wars' makes me want to move to nyc and immerse myself into becoming a graff writer. 'may' was possibly one of the dumbest wastes of time ever and buffalo 66. ah. well. vincent gallo beotches.

back to work for me.
more later.