maybe random pocket lint.

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i don't have a sense of time these days.




yaaaayuh. finally got my cigarettes.




ho. remember that time when you and i left for a different world; we drove two hours to get there because the palace was in west hollywood and there was traffic, plus we got lost twice? remember how we really weren't old enough? and remember how the host had such sweet breath and cold hands? remember the music and the fading light of seven p.m, late summer?




























weekend.

tomorrow i'm going to go see across the universe and, maybe, silk. plus i have so MUCH painting to catch up on. so much that it's not even funny.
sunday-- church& after, U of W info session at the director's guild of america on sunset blvd. then i have to go to angie's before going to LAX.
busyyyy.