more than two weeks since my last post. things are moving slowly. if you couldn't already tell.



nearly died today. semi in my blind spot, switching lanes. i hate my car, sometimes. moving over, patrick (in the back seat) "Whoa! " looking over, and seeing the headlights + wheels six inches away. swerved, nearly lost control. 75 mph. smooth and calm, after the fact. it fucked with olivia, though.

thoughts that went through my mind. in exact order:



Fuck.



Hold on to the car.



looking for a job. i need money. and something to do, you're right.



the band, things are different. chris is singing for us now, i want to see how that goes. we also have up to four gigs a month at this pizza joint/venue called Big Papa's (where size does matter). this could be good. i don't hate it anymore, we aren't fighting all the time.



and my dad definently knows i'm a stoner.