ashes, ashes, we all fall down

as of last night, i am housing a friend thats going through a divorce, of sorts.

having a friend stay with me for an indeterminable amount of time might seem to present a unique challenge to Operation Freegan. but when we quite literally stormed through her and her lovers' house last night, with wild reckless abandon and declarations like 'take it all' and 'don't leave the bastard a damn thing he would like', while she packed her clothes, pills, and books, i made sure to raid their fridge, pantry, freezer and, most importantly, their liquor cabinet.
we were MAD; we took everything. i'm talking bags and bags and BAGS, filled to their capacities, heaved into the trunk of my car and stuffed down to fit.
so i think we're pretty set.

i wonder what i've gotten myself into, though, harboring a relationship refugee. like, will i be put in the middle of their drama? i hope not.
though i secretly (and selfishly) hope he sends her flowers so that i can replace the wilted bouquet in my kitchen. every girl deserves flowers.
but do boys know?-nothing says 'i love you' like a mix tape.
but still, nothing tops the scene from 'say anything', when lloyd stands outside dianes window and blasts peter gabriel from his boom box. that scene makes all subsequent boyfriends look ridiculous in comparison.

a couple nights ago i had a dream and brian chambers was in it. it was awesome.
man i would like, do something that really sucks for his love. i would like, do geometry homework and stuff for his love.

sigh.
life was so much easier when boys had cooties.

oh! and i randomly ran into my old professor this week! he remembered me even 6 years after i’d aced his philosophical literature class. he said he could never forget the student whos final term paper was: ‘I Camus- Can You? The Existential Dr. Seuss.’
cheeky.



operation freegan status: scored major loot all on my own, including free eggs, fruit, spinach, cottage cheese. not to mention my gal pal's new additions.

current music: ida maria - oh my god.
current mood: hungOVER