venerdì 9 marzo 2012

3/9/12

I miss / think of Italy often but now it's less active - more running in the background.
It smells like cat piss in my room... Elvis my guess.
Condoms were piled in my trash can, and now the cans are empty and missing bags. I am hungry.
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I can't get off.
I need to go to grocery for produce and eggs. Empty cat box. Clean up closet. Put sheet on bed. Mail shit back 2 Amazon. Call Adele and say thanks for the weird book. Get my IUD.

Eat something. Break something. Go see a concert.
Go to the gym. Make something. Make something of myself.