mom found me in bed with my head pressed against bailey’s belly
crying like a helpless idiot
and convinced dad to let me bring the piano to the house.
but i wasn’t really crying over the piano..
life has been a total jerk to me this month;
bad stuff keeps happening one after another….
and then i turned around to grab the tv remote
and i banged my knee on the corner of my bed frame really hard
and it hurt really bad.
it was like, “oh come on! what next?!” :(
mom suggested i spend the weekend in san francisco with friends
veronica has a huge crush on mccauley caulkin so we went to see saved.
it was suppose to be a comedy damnit, not a love story.
joey and i saw an ethnic dance festival.
here i go again, sneaking in my camera.
[reminds me of being in a dream]
cat, chris and i went to the gay pride parade.
on the muni, on the way to getting mint chocolate chip milkshakes.
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