it rode us all the way to new orleans...
gabe said it was like a sinking ship. he was right. everything at work was like walking through cold molasses. kids were spilling lemonade, ortopedic surgeons were being mean, i want to get a tattoo of a strawberry that i got off of an angel-food cake wrapper. its cold outside, maybe wet. bayou blast camel berry cigarettes are great. i want to see the impotent sea snakes on the 28th at the shim sham. maybe we should see Interpol at the house of blues it would probably improve our image. i'm wearing pajamas and a dress, i look like a bag lady. i woke up late this morning, my hair was sexy/ratty travis said it was punk rock, uh huh. later,A
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