Sappy Summer:

Why is this Summer all wrong?

Why do I work at this Jewish Camp when I have study money?

Why do I wait for something to happen for me in Olympia?

Why do I subsume to countless instances of repression in my life and mind?

Why am I frustrated?

Why does being interested and Happy take so much energy?

Why can't I pick up and leave for a while?

Why would it still be the same once I got back?

Have I grown up? Is this what it feels like? being responsible to something or someone; only you can't figure out exactly who/what it is...

feeling guilty is dumb. feeling free comes easy on a friday night surrounded by buddies. roll on buddy. 

But today Logan and I walked around and put up stickers in the daylight and it was good. It's fun to do things while it's sunny for all to see and be confused by. 

off to work soon; first a cup of something. equal parts coffee and whiskey. I'm already tired. 

To Alaska.

The dug out is empty.
I am about to leave.

Its so weird.

Cleaning out finding all sorts of things. A dread from that fluffy cat named Rabbit that I despised. A beer bottle under my bed that was nice beer that must be left over from a time when Simon was present.

The dug-out itself, plants that never grew bottle caps and cigarettes, a coconut we couldn't crack open last summer, a grill we never got to light. There's a wine bottle we set in the brick wall the first night we moved in, and now I can't move it because its overgrown with vines.

Paintings from all different places and people, carrots that had been rotting since Meghan's April Juicing phase- I shouldn't have kicked over that mystery bucket last night.

We ran inside to escape the smell, and sat in a circle on the big empty floor,
and how I love those people and this place and these things that have happened.

Its so weird.

Bye Bye.

ROOMS READER zine is done;

there is a giant picture of megoooo on the back cover!

get one on thursday and friday at summer squash or dumpster value. 

Up In Charlie's House!

So It's my last full day in the pen as well as the first, the study is a breeze, besides ten days of driving to TaCo, but at least they are not in a row. The dude sitting next to me constantly makes bad jokes that arn't bad enough to keep my attention. i have been blatently ignoring him throughout the duration of the study, to no avail. It's kind of a shame that I can't call my father, but I guess i'll think about making him a card tomarrow. There is a musical on the big TV here, and I can safely say that the crew would be thouroughly enjoying themselves if present. Sweet Tooth; where's the chain saw? Toaster, where is the blog activitY? Megoo, where is the graduation money? Scoot, where is the much needed movement?
The drug is weaking my immune system...
someone deliver some tea and chicken soup!

sweet tooth:

i got your back

ooohhh darnfuck it didnt work!!!


meg how do you post videos??

Living; Flying: Pumpkin.

to my loved ones. i lu of my total neglect with of the blog, i am making personal atonement to each one of the members in hope that i will be forgiven one day. I have lost my mind and my password for wackncheese there for im using officer scooters space.

I wanted to share my new love and future dead husband with everyone.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JGc2CvM0EQ

i hope dis works.

xxx
sweettoof