condensed
I wrote a long entry and it didn’t save.
feels like california outside and I took some good pictures out in the desert. week starts, goes, ends.
nothing insightful around, not that I can see. fucked up a lot. wasted. unavailable. thirsty. painted over. have sex, don’t remember. missed the Metric show. I don’t like that band that much anyway.
nothing important, not to anyone. I’d write more but I’d rather sleep.
metric kindof sucks
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I added you on myspace, and that made your day today, or on the eighth, or something, somehow better. Right?
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