reading anything

and it makes me want to write.

walter meego. that guy is like a genius. very hip. like in a lo key high fidelity type of way. i think its just a combination of the website design and the initial shock of discovering the 'star' song on youTube. i havent heard my brain melt like that in years. it was a perfect way to wake up at 5am. the last time i felt that was when i pushed too deep into my skull with either fingers or q-tips. like, "am i supposed to feel euphoric"

so, vampires. im not saying anything else.

hulu. nothing more, as well.

oh, and xtube. i love pornography. i need my daily dose of random guys lost in their own sense of euphoria.

nightlife. is. fuuun! im so not ready for it though. im thinking i should ask mommy for a digital camera, cuz i feel so lost without any type of device to release my creativity. it might be interesting to see what pours out. and in what colors and in what fashion they merge.
liquidity is a fun word. i never get to use it though.

new hair cut, by moi.

wearing my old leatherwares.

redecorating the bedroom.

meeting the cool kids. and the cool kids are in town tomorrow.

more vodka please. oh oh oh . the beer served last nite was so infantile that i felt innocently virginal in like a female way, and it made me feel uncomfortable just to hold the cup in my hand. like, "can someone please just pour it down my throat" or "slam it!"

listening to some banging music. and by some, i mean, very little.

i feel as if im writing poetry, only unknowinlgy.

ice ceam!!!! breyers has this like, mint chocolate chip that isnt green!!!! oh! makes my eyezcream.