i wish i could see in the dark. i couldn’t read any of the words on the dryer dials last nite, just when your eyes begin to focus, things decide to get wavy wiggly wobbly so you pretend you know what you’re doing and press n turn everyfuckingthing you can. i walked thru this puddle of water on schrader’s carpet last nite from the leaky fishtank, only 4 times and especially right after i put my brand new dry socks on. i am SO mexican. people would come by and walk right thru it too be cause we forgot to tell them about it. everyone was sitting with their bare feet all over the place. we were suppose to go to le bar but it did’nae happen.

went over to the boy’s and watched the rest of gummo. i coudn’t get over how sensually disgusting the kid is whilst eating that chocolate bar in the dirty bathwater tub. and his mum is obviously a sketchbag but there’s love in her heart for the ugmo lil guy when she lathers up his hair astroboy-like and shakes the suds off her hands right into his spaghetti and milk. i’m not even going to talk about the piece of bacon taped to the tile wall.

patrick swazey is sexy. i would pay to touch him.