when there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire...! (excellent use of punctuation, if i do say so meeself.)

also,
im jealous of everyone who can write cool xanga entries and get a lot of e props and comments. i want comments. and e props.
and
i hate my job
and
i miss joo-no-hoo*

i want to smoke pot but i have to wait until my mother is asleep.

i really miss boston friends. among the most missed are:
nickjenjuliejrichaliejamiehanna

can YOU find YOUR name in there????

no.

because i didnt mention it.

take that, sucka.

FUCK YOU VINEYARD PLAYHOUSE. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOUR MOTHER, TOO. SHE'S A WHORE. EVERYBODY KNOWS IT. SHE'S LIKE A BICYCLE THAT EVERYONE HAS HAD A RIDE ON. IN A VILLAGE.

*ariel. (mawwy me por-fAv-or)

i am at the NORTHFIELD MOUNT HERMON school for boys and girls, helping tommy tom tom pack his shit up. last night i took three of my favorite seniors out to smoke cigarettes at this huge field where, in my more desperate times at boarding school, i used to smoke pot. we went out there with the rental van i convinced my mom to borrow, and got it stuck in the fucking mud. we had to push it out and we got disgusting. i almost shat myself.

in other news, today i travel for four hours to get to Martha's Vineyard, where i start work tomorrow. blaaahhhhh but i get to drive my own car, live alone, and work work work until the cows come home

reading "the corrections". an excellent novel.