allen's chaps are looking amazing. i am tooting my own horn on this. its a good feeling to visualize a concept and see it through. the poems in this beast are huge. like seeing a foreign city lit up at night for the first time. that's the best way to describe it.
tomorrow i make an emergency paper run as i thought i had more of something i have quite little of. here's to hoping they still the same pattern or something similar. i should plan this shit out better but where's the fun in that.
also, while on the bus today, i kept reading what the woman in front of me was jotting down in her notebook. highlights include:
GET BILLZ [sic]
"rob + salad mix + soda"
"call mel get $ (underlined a lot)"