to-day I ate mushrooms &went questing for the record store. I knew I must move onward once the tapes began to wiggle. I took the 15 bus ‘cos I didn’t have a coat on&then watched some records wiggle as I tried not to fall into a hysterical puddle of laughter, &then my friend dave drove me home in a swanky jeep with heated seats. I got home &made the best breakfast taco of all time, &I really appreciated it;just like marta’s mom probably appreciated my loud proclamation upon walking into the living room of “I’M ON DRUGS, &I’VE GOT RECORDS”
I tried the internet, &this photo made me laugh so hard I was sobbing. I was blowing my nose into a broncos towel &I thought it was funny that I have a broncos towel
&I wrote half a song, lay on the living room floor listening to records for a while &probably everyone thought I was crazy or really I just think that sometimes, I’ll be walking down the street all paranoid that everyone knows I’m on drugs.
I realized tonight that everything isn’t so bad, things are pretty cool even though I really hate this one person because I like him so much &I don’t want to because it hurts. he made all this tortured synthpop &now I just want to listen to xiu xiu &cry into my journal all night
but reallly, everything is great &we’re all filled with giggles &sunshine