dancing to (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction with Emily, singing it like we mean it. a girl pulling me aside and telling me i'm the best dancer, she means it. purchasing those dark green velour hot pants with belt loops. wearing them with my cougar belt buckle and platforms. Yesterday finding a carbon copy of the vintage fake fur jacket Alicia and I shared when we went to go see Orange Sunshine. not eating as much and enjoying not having a stomach. walking a shitton. listening to Hawkwind right now. changing his mind and behaviour pattern just by being me YEEah, baby! feeling wild again. walking all day in San Francisco, partying every night in the ballroom. the neon lime green vintage micro Emily brought back from Australia for me. drinking jack daniels from teacups. my cousin taking it on as a personal mission to smoke my sister and me up with the best CA has to offer. Being an animal and biting lips. the bruise under my right shoulder. riding a motorcycle with my kind of driver down the great highway and experiencing the most sublime happiness i've ever felt (well, tied with orgasms and Orange Sunshine shows). living in delusion that this isn't boston.
being real nasty to guys that i think are lame. wanting the plane to crash coming into boston knowing i'd at least die happy. deciding that i don't want to illustrate. hurting one of my friends and getting the saddest poetic e-mails from her missing me. having a terrible time writing my research report because so much has changed. realizing the technical impossibilities of my installation. not being on the west coast.