somebody
anybody
hello..
4 more sleeps.
how.. umm? something
i think ill miss this house more than anything really.
but you know.
life.
always goes on.
so yeah.
ill be there.
but like fuck
what about 12 months from now?
where will i feel like being?
feel like doing? eating? fucking?
coober peedy .. well just why not?
but anyway
wow i seen that documentry jessica.. very inresting.
theres this boys name all through my dictionary from grade two .
he should send me an email .
or something.
because . just because
i know he can.
barry's girlfriend arrived thismorning.
how strange.
kinda?
maybe not.
i need to make a new email address...
you should see this scrap book ive made for the little road trip thats commencing on monday.
very cool.
i even ripped pages out of my atlas
*
you could even start a locked dairy just for communication. wow i could even make it. but anyway. that would be way better than emails. for a few reasons.
i had a dream that ben doherty rang me at work and ask me all these strange questions as if he wanted my wet vagina real bad or sometimes. and then me and his sister shannon (the girl from wonga street not 90210) were on this weird goose chase through woolworths and the kitchen and knowing what the time was. getting lost. what was that time.. floating around my head the whole dream. i even tought about it when i was scrubbing the bath a few moments ago.
obviously had something to do with seeing her the other day.
she had wonderfully nice boobs for 12 year old. i remember more than handfuls in music lessons with miss reid.
passing green ants to eachother via mouth to mouth
i remember just walking along leslie lane and putting a cigarette out on your back. just because i could.
what a bitch. i am.
i have to go
jack will be home soon
11:00
wow
a whole hour
just like i gave myself
