I went on a wonderful escape with Suki and Sarah to the nicest hotel in the world up in Boulder--- four stars? Five? that place was absolutely incredible. It was really nice, even though I pretend to resent Boulder. I kyped a bunch of bullshit; new pins for my hat and some beads and stuff. Bought one thing; a book. Dostoevsky, again: The Gambler. Fuck off. I dig him. That bookstore was a dream come true. No cash register, books piled all over the floor and up to the ceiling, fucking everywhere.

I got Black Coffee Blues the other day. I can't wait to read it.

Fuck ass I love books. I need Another Roadside Attraction back-- I was talking to DJ and she said that she'd already lent Micah that book before I did, a really worn-out copy of it where mine was brand new and he hadn't returned either. I like how he didn't tell me that. Dickhead. If he's not going to read it, he really ought to give it back. I don't remember if I ever finished it. He has two copies of it, for god's sake, one for the two women he ought to regret leaving because we're the only fucking smart ones, apparently. (His loss xD)

Krod tub. Lol.

Clay's an ass. He got a job paying 10 bux an hour washing dishes at Whole Foods. What a faggot.