days on end

i just fucking lost a whole entry because i'm a laptop idiot.

it had something to do with east bay back yards . grass. fruit trees. flowers. heat. missing living over there a little bit but not enough. drinkingwhite wine. eating cheeses and dips and blackberries. feeling like a grown up. then feeling less so back inthe city in an awful bar populated with awful people except the birthday party people. birthday party of one of my favorite people. getting drunk. hugging everyone.crushing on a boy named sharkey. dancing. totally ready to stick mytongue down somebodys throat. angela keeping me in check. (funny that. all the ways that tactile self has returned. i was convinced for two years taht i'd actually changed. that i was no longer a tactile person. that i didn't like touch as much as i used to. HA)

some of the bars in this city are god damn horrendous. i wanted to start a brawl.

hey you. yea you. with the coif. watch it, we're gonna rumble.

gonna be productive today, just you watch.

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