‘dont treat me rough, treat me really nicely’

a year ago today i saw the incredible lana del rey at the hollywood forever cemetery

the very cemetery i want to be buried in.

why? because they have concerts and show movies there, it’s in east hollywood, and it’s super close to where bukowski used to live.

WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED?

i got my ticket that night from the beautiful ambersmithblog who had recently broken up with me

but for some reason wanted to bestow one more bit of generosity my way and did big time

tickets were going for $200-$300.

i have had a good streak of dating the most fascinating and lovely women

and i thought about that as i stood mere feet away from ms del rey as she sang so many

romantic and dreamy tunes

one of the top three shows i saw all last year.

i am at my most emotional during the playoffs

the desert

i become superstitious and crazy and short tempered and i bite my tongue

i freak out over the smallest things, i dont see the world as what it is and i overeat

i cant sleep, i sleep all the time, i trim my cats nails for good luck

i dont talk smack because im afraid it will be used against me later when they lose

i dont believe they will win even though they totally should win easily.

i probably shouldnt leave the house but life sorta forces you to.

once upon a time i wanted to be a baseball manager

im so happy that dream never came true because what sorta manager

wouldnt want to leave the house during the most important

historical, most meaningful part of the schedule

let alone, your life.

also my tooth brushing schedule is all out of wack.