maybe i’ll start actually using this blog on more occasions than when i feel really disgustingly terrible.
i like being at alain’s house. i like being able to listen to music at almost five in the morning without headphones without someone yelling at me.
when gabe and i got back from dropping alain off at penn station (after gabe took some wrong turns) there was a guy outside asking for food so we went in and gabe got him a bag of oranges and some shitty bread but the guy looked grateful.
mj got out so gabe and dan and i chased him around while he tried to climb trees and rolled around on the sidewalk. cats are idiots and i want 500 of them.
i talk too much around people i don’t know very well. as soon as alain isn’t in the room, i don’t shut up. i just ramble endlessly. and i feel super annoying. maybe i wouldn’t worry about it as much if i was more drunk.