i almost punched a computer at work. four long years in san francisco and i can't help, but feel so disappointed im using nothing from it. besides the gift of gab, i guess. bullshit can only go so far with people and, lord knows, i get so tired of it. a lot of the time i'm split between selling something that works and selling something for commission. i think for my soul's sake, the ladder is shoved away, so as to not be swooned by corruption and deceit.
i washed the red sweater my brother bought me for christmas and it shrunk.
the only things that matter to me now are surviving wild, wild world.
