every morning is a pointless race to work, a sea of breaklights the bane of my existence. i've become entangled in all the grown-up things i was so desperate to avoid. i don't care much about what anybody thinks of me.



the other night i dreamed that, despite being lucid, i knocked several of my own teeth out. i turned to my sister and said "this is one of those bad dreams you have where your teeth fall out." i could control everything but my teeth and i started to get paranoid that just maybe i wasn't really asleep, but was indeed missing teeth for real. however, i woke up with a stomach ache and proceeded shit blood for about a straight hour. serious. then i went to work because i don't have health insurance anyway. this was a couple of days ago and my stomach still hurts. are you listening, president obama? i am getting a real taste of the american blue collar working class.