Take All Your Medicine

It's weird that there isn't anything im dying to say. It was hot today.
"did you say shit fuck?"
no, he said crap sausage.
close though right?

come home.
people are home. breakfast tomorrow. and such and such.
on the news i heard "mel gibson had to leave his house"
and instead of thinking about how terrible the fires were i thought "oh we saw his house!" (when we were at kairos). wow, go me?

dark is creeping me out lately more and more. me asking "do we have colored pencils" is me finding away for my faja to go in the garage and look for me so that i dont have to go by myself to get the watercolors (whose place in the garage i am well aware of). So hi, i'm twelve.
Don't you miss me then.
Don't you miss me when I go.

I ain't gonna fear no pain.
I ain't gonna fear no pain anymore.
Ain't nothin' worth that strain.

lovelovelove