i would still be on my feet
i wrote two new songs.
i am learning to play a song by christophe, its called "sleep income". something about hearing him play it made me want to adopt it.
this morning, in a half-sleep, i responded to my sister saying, "Lauren, I wrote a really good essay last night" with, "Is it about Joni Mitchell?" . what.

i got a job yesterday.
i'm trying to get another one today.
i have an interview, but i don't know if i can straighten out the rats nest that is my hair and find something to wear that doesn't have holes in it.

i want to go to the beach . and clean my room. and clean my hair.

jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj. i don't even touch the j key and it goes crazy. jjjjjjjjj. laptops.

all men are false, says my mother. theyll tell you wicked lovin lies. and very next evening theyll court another. leave you alone to pine and sigh
my daddy hes a handsome devil, hes got a chain five miles long, and on every link a heart does dangle, of another maid hes loved and wronged