April 19
My eyes are tired. I’m back on the train, this time pruning my new plant and listening to chuck D- scoping tattooed boys. Half the time it’s because I think I know him, or know who’s tattooed him. The rest if the time it’s because i think he’s cute or I think his tattoos are ugly. I want to know– if he’s smart, if he thinks I’m deliscious, or if he’s just another boy I’ll hoodwink. I wanna know if he’s gonna say goodbye or leave early. Then I remember that I just swallowed two entire 22′s by myself at 8% each– the good stuff, I made money today. And then I remember that mostly, I don’t care so much.
It’s almost midnight, I’m covered in ink stains and gold lame. There’s 500 in my purse in cash. I just want to be next to someone that I don’t have to censor myself around. So I bought a plant- I already have a cat.
