ive just discovered how easy it is to stalk people.
just - yea you assholes, i know, technology and shit, but i would like to think that the mystery of the world is still in tact.

they're like celebrities...people that you know, but because of some unspoken custom in prententious plastic america, cannot talk to...what am i talking about? i dont know, but you know what i mean. See. Humble and Mysterious. Can they exist on the same plane?
ive never been very articulate.
but there is a reason for everything...cough spit cough

my mom came to terms with the fact that my sister and i are "alchy daughters" this evening at dinner. After sharing a smoke with Meg outside the garage door we decided that fame would grace us with golden dust by the Guiness Book - how quickly a family of four can take down multiple bottles of wine. I think the same speed can be set for how quickly we end up in different rooms after all has been consumed.

O christ.

that's all. i need one myself.