i told my self that if dude idnt call by 8 then he wouldnt call at all and i was right. i love it when i'm right because it even makes the bad things good.

oh yeah so keyon lost his car key and my house was a fucking mess so i had too clean up looking for it and it was inside one of my feather comforters, hardcore... the strangest thing is that i lookrd there. who would think to look in a fucking comforter. but anyways i need to buy that dude a key chain.

i'm listening to cat power and it is sorta depressing me ... i need new happy music and lots of coffe.

i need a new book to read.... i need to get my david sidaris book from fat apples. ... oh yeah....sorry brain had to reboot. so today i went to see kid stays in the picture. it was interesting. i enjoyed watching it a lot. it was even laugh out loud funny at places.... but dude has like no soul... he seemed to just have a total love of money.it's weird. territory... and a feeling of loyalty and possesion... i'm not anyones but i feel possesed. .....

as if i have a huge beast cat lording over me sweeping everyone away.... the cat lets me be friends with gay men and girls but not with other guys no matter how hard i try.

my brain keeps freezzing.

so i walk out of kid stays in the picture today and fucking kamal and kalif are outside.... it was fucked up we bantered for a while. kalif swearing that he called me and chastizing me for not accepting his collect phone call.... yeah right... like i'm gonna except a call from jail. thats hella money.... work work work work.... i'm tired of this stuff that i cant get out of my head.... i've decided that i'm going to burn and toss most of my stuff. i need to start something new... i might move to the east coast. who knows... not this semester but maybe in a year. i caan store most of my stuff in my loft in my parents house. my new goal is to learn how to drive. so i can cruise town in my dads huge ass truck.... i love trucks...