stay lady stay.

i miss sarah so much. whenever i listen to bob dylan i see her face. i know we only knew each other for 4 months, but living together in one bedroom - you learn alot about a person.
she's so fucked but so beautiful. inside and out.

it plays on the stereo and i see hoops, and margaritas, and i hear his voice and see his loft. i call him today and matty gets on the phone, it's all speaker phone and i'm smiling and the rain is coming down here, but i bet it's sunny in los angeles.

making lattes drains on me. i long to paint my nails red, and wear glitter, and smile alot. i want everything to be new. i remember the hill across the street from my apartment. that time was so slow yet so fast.

i remember feeling independant. and so far away. so scared but so good.


are those times gone for good?

when i get out of school i've got to go somewhere. it's the only way. and i know it.

i need to excel, i need to be different.
i am so broke right now. it scares me. there are so many things i want.
*a haircut
*a new cd player
*glittery tapes for hoops
*a bikini wax
*an everything wax
*new clothes, all my shit is soooo old and falling apart (my belt broke right off my jeans last night, my jeans and shoes all have holes in them)
*more hoop tubing
*maybe color my hair?
*oil paints

the list goes on.

where are you tonight, sweet marie?

something will turn out.

right?


larisa.