kimbo jones

so im laying in my bed

listening to damian rice

thinking about this blog that i write.. 

i write too much about him

him, the heartbreaker, the lifetaker..

he doesnt deserve all these words. 

so im going to take a little break from that. 

things are looking up. 

i made dinner last night in my new apartment for the first time

for myself and a friend that i should have made dinner for a very long time ago. 

she's beautiful. 

i missed her. 

we used to live together in a mess. 

smoke pot and eat pasta all night and day. 

blast music while we put on our make up

and drink beers in the shower. 

there was a couch made out of beer cases. 

there was scrabble. 

there was fiona apple. 

there was a jukebox on the wall that she drew

there was a cat in a box

there was free cable

i miss that. 

i miss living with her. 

so ill just make dinner for her more often. 

xoxo