Just at McDonalds listening to Hallelujah and wondering how long it would take for people to notice I was dead hahahahahahahahahaha
Here’s an advertisement for the Nancy 7” single. We printed these out a while ago but I haven’t had a computer/scanner, threw it down the stairs cuz it didn’t work. Mi mon Raul drew this one night.
Choosing to not have sex with anyone when I move to a new place is cool because I’m building emotionally intimate relationships and not feeling the need to provide sex as a payment for friendship (a thing I’ve felt before, a lot), and weeding out folks who are only interested in the bone zone and not the friend zone! My pussy is confused but my heart is like yeah this is chill.
Tight; now I’m gonna go mail letters and copy zines if I can before work and hang out with Jack.
Me n my boo n some serious homies.
Work and party 👶🍕👹
I had a friend date with my new friend and it’s good to talk about your feelings with a person in real life and not just cry to your boyfriend and your friends who are all so far away. Now I’m taking a shit at Dunkin Donuts before starting what I assume will be the longest day at work ever.
I guess Riot Fest is happening. I bailed on a second attempt at hanging out with my friend Jessica who kissed my cheek when I met her last year at a café in Bridgeport with Grazi. The body misses certain kinds of tenderness that you can’t always find in a handshake or a fuck. Last night before I got on the train home Jack gave me a hug and told me to be safe and that’s a nice thing to do for a person.
Today Erika and I went to the Salvation Army and I got a Smashing Pumpkins VHS and missed my Halifax friends. I got a black velvet dress because I had no foresight and left my best fall clothes on the east coast. We got Chinese food with the boys and I passed out in my bed until now. I feel old sometimes. I’m much less of a baby than I once was but little things exhaust me. A whole month seems like forever and days go by really slowly even though I’ve been less alone than I imagined I would be.
Before Harold left we went on dates. To the Soda Factory, to his favorite restaurant in Chinatown, for sushi, to the beach. I had gotten in the water after a show in Indiana but hadn’t been to a sandy part of the beach. The water was much colder already and the waves softer and isn’t it just like September to be like that. I guess I hadn’t felt soft, natural sand before. We walked through with our shoes in our hands and kissed with a full moon and the water hitting our ankles. I told him it was very nice but just not the same as my ocean angry and full of salt.