home before midnight.

i got my first photography gig.
yeah yeah yeah.

just wanted to say

i fell asleep in the mall today and got woken up
by the oxygen mask man.
i am a mall hobo.
i get to see sara, her babies and derrick brown in a week.
joshua is the best boyfriend ever.
ive proved it.
im happy julia and i are rekindling our romance.
its nice the way things have worked out
in every possible way of anything in my life
working its way out.
im 22 and hungry for more.
my european adventure is right around the corner.
dirty hostels, wine, drunken stumbling early in the morning
to that hostel, train rides, and never coming home.

and the best part about it all really is that im updating this blog
while wearing a slave leia costume.
MMHMM!

halloween 1995

i'm freezing.

interstellar perversion.

its been a long time coming.

and im positive right now that im the luckiest girl in town.

instead of staying at the bar or drinking more with friends josh and i went home to our own bourbon and cokes and he read me poetry. we spend a lot of nights like that. im adding it to my list of favorite things to do ever.
this was just part of one of my favorite bukowski poems of the night:

"my piano says things back to me.

sometimes the things are scrambled and not very good.
other times
i get as good and lucky as
Chopin.

sometimes i get out of practice
out of tune. thats
all right.

i can sit down and vomit on the
keys
but its my vomit

its better than sitting in a room
with 3 or 4 people and
their pianos.

this is my piano
and it is better than theirs.

and they like it and they do not
like it." chopin bukowski.

last night rather than getting my usual gimlet at the bar i ordered bourbon and ginger after bourbon and ginger after bourbon and ginger. i did this because thats what kerouac drank and it goes down so smooth. note: make sure theyre doubled next time. with "the dharma bums" and "big sur" finished recently im finally reading "on the road". im feeling very good about this jack guy.
i remember being in high school and buying pablo nerdua poems and "the Iliad" because katie said they would make me smarter. i wish i could hang out with katie and chris more.