same shit
new room. it’s awesome how your shit starts to define your life, give it continuity. helps you not feel lonely when you move into a new room, to a new city and pretend to be a grown up or something. t-shirts, books, canoe paddles, records. defining.
i slept the last two nights in my sleeping bag on the floor in a strange room in austin, tx. not sure why, cause i have a bed. just thought it was the right thing to do or something. i guess if you spend enough time wandering around the woods and sleeping on rocks it starts to make more sense than most anything else going on.
filled the kitchen with smoke earlier. my new roommate’s bands are much better than my last roommates’ bands. +20 x20 -20.
