I started thinking about ‘frat’ and then tarf which reminded me of my sisters college production of Tartuffe and the main guy in it looked like a mutual who is a messy sly douche and when I went to his appt I reached down to pick up my phone and got Naked Lunch instead. Now my roomie has this book and he’s On The Road to joining a frat ok cya

I got knocked the fuck out one time at an ice rink. I don’t remember the collision but i was skating towards someone and the next thing my senses are coming back to mind, or the other way around. I saw stars and couldn’t play the rest of the game. It was kinda cool. I listened to the trainer talk about even more fucked up shit that she had seen in high school hockey. A year later at the same place I was taking a wrist shot and pulled a tendon in my shoulder which sucked




There’s nothing like just apple picking in the Fall, the first cold New York weather hitting you, the fashion sense steaming up, and the fresh apple cider and donuts.


And hats and scarves and knee socks and wearing tights for the first time in months and when the mornings are all chilly and you can see your breath and draw little pictures on foggy windows and plaid stuff and ANKLE BOOTS and not caring when people make fun of pumpkin flavored stuff cause you LOVE IT and are happy it’s all the rage and people who dress their dogs in costumes on Halloween and fires in fireplaces and maroon/hunter green/mustard yellow color combos and baking your first fall batch of cookies but you put too much cinnamon in it because you’re TOO EXCITED BECAUSE IT’S FALL.