tell them to stop with the coal, the train ain't goin no where fast.

today in cave junction there was a one-car-wreck, in which the car rolled, caught on fire, and killed all three people in it. i don't know any of them, but i'm greatly saddened.

this whole week i've felt sanity slip just as easily as a used sticker on a rough surface.

i don't want to talk to my friends because they make me feel like shit the way they don't understand, and it's too redundant to explain it.

i just watched I <3 Huckabees and i'm still wondering why.

i find myself dreaming of old medicine ladies in the middle of deserts, corpses and epidemics, and my 7th and 8th grade teacher, mr. gagnier [pronounced Gone-YAY]. And windows.

i know it sickens you as much as it sickens me. so stop giving me that frying fuck look when you think you're pointing out my faults, you twittering finger sniffer.

yesterday the sun was out only long enough to see it set.

my boys out and about 200 miles away and god... i feel like a sheep that's expected to function normally outside in the open. what we all miss is this --- I'VE FORGOTTEN HOW, BOB SAGET! which is totally not how i wanted things when i got into a relationship. i didn't want to be one of those whining little bubbling fucking Bat assholes. shit seems unavoidable, `suppose.

and there's nothing for me to do. moms convinced if i go outside i'm going to get swooped up by some bad man in a white van. BULLSHIT since i'm 16, armed with pepper spray, a bike, and good fucking wits. also a little bit in tai kwon douche. i'm amazed, really, my mom had more faith in me when i was a little kid, 2nd grade, where i'd go riding my bike miles away for an entire day, and came home at nightfall, without much worry. what bullshit is that?

i'm just pissed, bored with spring break long before it started, lonely on so many levels, and i'm going to drop off the face of the earth for a little while. reach me by phone, don't expect an answer.