bathtub

i'm realizing that i tend to think you're the only other sane person in the world and i think that just makes me feel crazy. i'm tired of having to work against friends and their selfishness -- but you never feel like a chore.


i'm siting here with my toothbrush hanging out of my mouth, wondering about shoes and the rain and this feeling of tangling and clogging inside my skull: i need a detox bad. maybe just more drinking will suffice. party tomorrow will take care of all that. hopefully i will remember the name of the person i sleep with.

last night i smoked week and listened to nick drake in the bathtub.