I feel alone sometimes, especially during this time of year when THIS feeling slowly creeps back up like “shit it’s this time of year again feeling.” i know you understand neal. you always do. you make me want to pick up my computer and blog again… ABOUT EVERYTHING.

right now i am in group therapy AND i am LOVING IT. i don’t feel so alone. i think jake and i were separated at birth or at least we are sequels to the same unassuming, straight to DVD movie. the only difference between me and jake is that he has a clam shell phone and my is touch screen. i do believe i am overpaying and down-playing EVERYTHING. that is major.

i saw juliette lewis on the free directv channel “singing” and i was judging her BIG TIME, but also giving her props for GETTING UP THERE and borrowing brandon flower’s ostrich feather coat. i couldn’t help but notice not a single head bobbing in the audience except for martha plimpton. i don’t want to judge, neal. or do i? i wish YOU would tell me.

tonight i was so mad. just call me gen.

i cannot go to the vandals show because december 4th kicks off my morrissey season. your mom is the coolest.  i don’t know her but she’s probably better than mine.  my mom just went outside for the first time in 2 weeks. she had a problem with her face. sometimes she’s like, “i’m coming down for lunch. see you in 20.” then i am like waiting for an hour and so i call her and she goes, “there’s too much traffic. maybe thursday.” then i stop holding my breath.

i used to live in pismo when i was in 7th grade. i went to saint patricks in arroyo grande. the pe teacher made us take a shower after every class, which i thought was weird for that age BUT i got to see kevin’s thing–what a giant weiner helmet. i have never. even to this day. i tried to find him on facebook but there are so many kevins.

take care,

k

p.s. i will add this to my blog so i can feel good about blogging again even if it’s just a min facebook letter to neal.