blues. listening to them and pushing my kitten into the other room because he keeps attacking all the cords behind the computer. earlier he managed to put the stereo on a blank radio station and almost pull the speaker down onto the floor. this morning he attacked the cord of my headphones and ripped it …

we set some of our clocks back. the one in my car I can't figure out. the right side door rattles. I drive fast for around here. I drive like I think I'm in Philadelphia, like how I think everyone else drives up there. I don't have a problem with it. probably everyone else does. …

I told you, this will go on for awhile. I've got big plans for this next hour. he looked at my journal and asked to read it. I've said I've got plenty more and they're all private. I'll write down a public entry down on this napkin for you, and hope you can forgive me. …

to make up for lost time, I'm going to write until my fingers fall off, and the music can keep playing. I'd rather look at my writing in print than look in the mirror. what I write is a better representation. I'd rather design some sort of icon than provide a picture of my face …

be more careful

minutes later empty bank accounts whole sentences where is any of this going? less prominent public figures fade off and fill gloss books women in commercials with sidelong looks stabbing sensation money corporation I can't find the words I can't find my heart I'm at a loss I'm absolutely lost I've let myself go where'd …

too much financial madness I just sit here and play music and try to calm my nerves I don't wish to be disturbed by anything if everything could just sedate itself and calm itself to sleep right now that would be for the best.

saturday afternoon rambling, and begin. okay, so my tires screech roanoke roads, everyone around here drives way too damn slow. it's untolerable. playing music and going fast and looking around. such beautiful houses. hello, how are you.