my guitar is gonna be allright. three weeks, three hundred dollars from now, it will be allright.
today i mowed, and Ty gave me CD's and the godfather trillogy. i saw his room and it had all kinds of comic books and that pulp fiction poster i really want. if i was the kind of person who stole stuff, i'd have stolen it from him. today is saturday! i saw a huge fucking bunny. i mowed around it's children. i'll never kill a bunny.
tomorrow is mother's day. i forgot it last year. i'll forget it when i wake up, too. steve and i are going to the store tomorrow morning to get stuff to make breakfast for mom with. last night i told her about how i want to skip college and join the peace corps. she seemed nice and all.
tonight there is a thunderstorm and i'm missing it. i can't hear the outside from inside my basement, unless you tap on the small 1 1/2 by 4 foot window that looks out at...mostly dirt, because most of it is below ground level. oh, and i can't hear it over all the CD's i borrowed. tonight, if i've got nothing else going, i'm going to watch the Godfather instead of doing my philosophy essay.
the chili peppers will be in philly june 23. i'll be in germany. cunt.
jmp
