saviorette

to the bronx with love.

there he goes.

there he goes again.

to the bronx he goes with my love on his side.

my days have been filled with great sobriety.
i love it so.
dyed my hair. again.
wanting to go back to the dark side. but i'll relax with the chemicals.
i'll have to re-route my love to the bronx.

*the documentary "bali: hope in paradise" was the shit.
i have a new hero. her name is sri kebon.

tonight. good times.
after class i went over to my friends' apartment.
then went to the cafe one of my buddies works at.
open mic and free everything.
nothing beats a free veggie burger and mocha frappe.
nothing.

+those kids never did it for me. i don't think they ever will.
oh well.

+sociology test in approximately 2 hours and no studying accomplished whatsoever.

+pugua runs are the absolute worst thing.
fuckin' driving in stealth mode in the middle of the night, in nice, quiet neighborhoods, while someone jumps out of the car to steal some pugua. PUGUA? out of all things. if...
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A. AMI
-good friend of mine who fulfilled one of my oddest fantasies of going out on a saturday night and attending mass with me the next morn.
-bought me the green plaid chucks i've been trying to get my hands on for a couple of months now.
-going to watch some guys get their asses kicked this friday with him. "who wants to go...
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my best guy friend and i got our first holes in our faces this afternoon.
intervention smentervention.

slow and steady.
the way to find myself again.
again?
as if i ever knew.

i had to beg my friends to not drag me to the hospital last night.
they said i was burning up but i was freezing. and shaking uncontrollably too. my legs gave out once i touched cold water.
my body's been so out of it the past week.
these kids are the real thing though. one was massaging me, the other was rubbing a cold...
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completely plastered.
completely.

my growing cynicism of the opposite sex is working to my advantage.
i'm getting a free car wash and no bullshit.
and to think i used to eat shit up like that.


i am becoming a constant pessimist and a bitch about this thing people call "love".

i like it.

and so does my pet chicken, ghetto fab.



since sg has no sound, ghetto...
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