i’ve been pissing off everyone for ages about wanting a blanket, and today sean got me a really naff maroon faux-fur blanket that i love which i have named bacon. now i am snuggling with bacon and mr physicist is doing physics and i am playing LA noire and desperately ignoring the fact i have to write for a job interview on wednesday lalalaa..
i don’t listen to real music anymore
i just listen to the lonely island and nicki minaj
why am i stupid? time to probe my prog rock rootz but to be honest that is just as gay
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she put her arms around me.
i said ‘dammit, lou, wait till we get to frisco.’
‘i don’t care, dean’s going to leave me anyway.’
‘when are you going back to denver?’
‘i don’t know. i don’t care what i’m doing. can i go back east with you?’
‘we’ll have to get some money in frisco.’
‘i know where you can get a job in a lunchart behind the counter and i’ll be a waitress. i know a hotel where we can stay on credit. we’ll stick together. gee, i’m sad.’
‘what are you sad about, kid?’
‘i’m sad about everything.’
- On the Road