i slept awfully last night.

tossed, turned, had dreams that involved roaches crawling all over my toes and arms. had dreams about waiting tables at high end restaraunts. ceaser salads. german beer. water with three ice cubes, not four. texture. no texture. house of yes. texturetexturetexture.

had dreams of making out with boys in a coma. must've been named Collin. who knows.

im starting to understand what it means to not give a damn!

x

[mood: no, i only screw poets]