10/25/09 09:46 am
I'm not allowed to say this because i'm not your friend, but i'm your fucking friend, i like having you around, i like the things you talk about, i understand.
SORRY IM A BIG FAT DUMB IRRESPONSIBLE IDIOT.
Anyway, dear livejournal that no one on my friends list updates anymore,
i've returned from my travels and will remain stationary for the winter. I've made a lot of art, and i've been writing a whole bunch and i learned a song on ukulele, and i helped tear apart a schoolbus to turn it into essentially a house, and i fed 150 homeless people, and i got arrested for sleeping on top of a roof and spent five days in jail, and i dropped acid by the creek all day and all night and saw gates everywhere and knew what they meant, and i slept under a bridge and it was more comfortable than a bed when i was with pleasant company, and i played cowbell for a band, and i had sex in some rich suburbanite's driveway, and i stole sal's shirt, and i cuddled in the basement til i fell asleep, and i saw a mountain lion up close, and i danced my butt off nearly every night, and i remembered what it was like to love everyone in the world, and i flew signs, and i broke a bed, and i walked all day and all night on bruised and infected feet, and i did all these wonderful, novel things that nobody but me is interested in.
And now i'm home and i want to sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep.
SORRY IM A BIG FAT DUMB IRRESPONSIBLE IDIOT.
Anyway, dear livejournal that no one on my friends list updates anymore,
i've returned from my travels and will remain stationary for the winter. I've made a lot of art, and i've been writing a whole bunch and i learned a song on ukulele, and i helped tear apart a schoolbus to turn it into essentially a house, and i fed 150 homeless people, and i got arrested for sleeping on top of a roof and spent five days in jail, and i dropped acid by the creek all day and all night and saw gates everywhere and knew what they meant, and i slept under a bridge and it was more comfortable than a bed when i was with pleasant company, and i played cowbell for a band, and i had sex in some rich suburbanite's driveway, and i stole sal's shirt, and i cuddled in the basement til i fell asleep, and i saw a mountain lion up close, and i danced my butt off nearly every night, and i remembered what it was like to love everyone in the world, and i flew signs, and i broke a bed, and i walked all day and all night on bruised and infected feet, and i did all these wonderful, novel things that nobody but me is interested in.
And now i'm home and i want to sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep.