i can't stop thinking about college. that was 2 years ago now, and everyone i knew there are probably gone from there or maybe not - but it doesn't matter because every now and then (more often recently) they come into my head in the form of that same image of their fucking smiling face in some intangible moment or place that's burned into my memory, and i can't remember anything else save that goddamn one alsmost meaningless image. a yearbook. not that my time with them was a waste. far from it. the opposite i would say. i only regret not being able to remember more.

ALTHOUGH there's probably only one person i regret meeting and giving in to; thank you JEFFREY C you WASTE OF A DICK.

jim got sick today and had the shits, so i made him chicken soup with tubetti and pastina. that and tea, and the only thing he could hold down was the tea. poor thing.

biff needs a chill pill, but i hope it's just a phase, though i fear what may come next. yo biff! you're sucha ghetto kat you know? always lickin and pickin from the stinkin trash when you've got a damn full bowl of meow mix in the hall. kitty closes her eyes as she licks jim's leftover chicken soup watered down and soapy in a pot in the sink.

stevie wonder rocks. bob dylan is fun. or was it the other way around?

jim and biff. you give my life meaning.