$50 for the powder room

it's like the bach in g major. you know the one. you might not know the name or you might not know it very well or you might just know it so very and again and so well that you dismiss it from your mind. but you know the one. the cello suite. number one. it's like cheap tequila, isn't it? is it? yes. is it truly? of course. can you hear it? yes. the cello suite. yes, the first one. yes. and we'll never do anything as beautiful, will we? perhaps. perhaps? yes. but if we do, if we should ever be so lucky, they'll go together wonderfully, won't they?

shit guys i just spilled tequila on myself and it's made an alcoholic well out of my bellybutton.

i've recently decided that i want to marry a doctor. a real whiz. that way she can stitch me up when i'm bleeding out from all the bullets the cops put in me.

i suddenly just realized that there is no one i would ever feel like reaching out to talk to about anything of personal gravity to me. not complaining at all but that seems a little fucked.