soo not much of a mood for drawing, somehow, wow.

back in dorm, with an immediate inset of butterflies and embarrassment for my interests. a mop of loud bodies and the lisp ssssssssssssssssssss i wish my missing you had been planned two days later so that being around you would remind me why this floor sucks. why you are not with any of my caring, let alone some freudian slipped love.

also. you have more fun than i do any living second of the day. in your denial, it comes, when your mouth runs so free. do you have sexual diseases? it didn't count as sex, fool.

i came up with a theory of good aesthetics to enjoy. neutral milk hotel ad infinitums. let what is important talk for itself because nothing i've ever felt.

intransitive! flash photography makes me look fat. i thought it's the asian in my blood but fuck that shit i'm just fat in the face while my whole body weight is within the appropriate level. so i will go to bed early and wake up to run for half an hour every morning, and then you'll see a difference. are there any college guys , or an any anyone i could get alone with well at usc?

i think i'll knit. get ten rows done.