the indiscretion of my bicycle

June, you are a nasty little bitch and i hope you get mugged. I feel like everything is beginning to unravel now that summer school is over. I must maintain these feelings of creation and stop taking so many naps.

I had a pretty killer bike wipe-out early this week. I flashed back to reality when the rain came down the the shit lip of lower Vermillion. This brings to note the fact that I have apparently lost my diction. One stupid comment and now I am at a loss for expression.

where that summer stink at?

i am caught at the anxious point of a pre-natal summer and find myself getting... twitchy. Every little noise is making me jump, and I have become certain of figures behind me, which are regrettably gone every time I look around. The thought has absorbed into my skin, and I am positive that there is a tick somewhere in my hair... it's just very good at hiding. nonsense, god dammit. 

this summer I have decided that I am going to try and make a new dress every day. I have digressed from having the stipulation of wearing every new outfit on the day of its production, it's just not possible. And i usually fuck something up so it's not immediately available. but you gots to keep those hands busy ya know?

I want my summer to look a whole lot like this.

and not so much like this.

I also would like to learn Morse code.

hey derr

summer of the god damn sexes, eh?

I feel cruel, but in a good way. 

I think that Whitney Houston's "I'm every woman" could be dubbed over anything.

$$$

well well well, April. You sure are a bitch, aren't you?

last night I was in Sioux Falls staying at my parents' house and B-nizz (mom) and I decided to go hot tubbing. I didn't have a swim suit with me, but since I had been heavily drinking whiskey for the previous two hours, I didn't really have any qualms with going naked. thankfully b-nizz is a bigger lush than I am, and didn't have a problem with my lack of attire. 

So: we make one more drink and after an extremely awkward submersion, we are tubbin! b-nizz gets sick of it after about twenty minutes but fuck dood, I still have half a drink left so I opt to stay. B-nizz forgot her towel, so she had to borrow mine to go inside, taking it only with a promise of pinky swear magnitude to return it after she dried off inside.

fast forward twenty minutes.

Drink is gone. Towel is still gone. I have given up on B but am now hankerin for a cigarette. I figure, it's one in the morning, everyone is asleep; I can just run inside quick, grab a towel and a smoke, and be back in the water, no problem. 

well.

To my absolute horror: the door is locked. B-nizz is a drunk bitch and locked the door behind her, having NO intention of returning my towel and apparently not giving a shit that she has left me outside. NAKED.

after procuring a small sapling for coverage and pounding the shit out of my sister's window to no avail, I am forced to go to go to our front fucking door and start a knockin. and and and who of course has to be the one to get out of bed?

MY GOD DAMN FATHER

so:

1. drunk

2. nipples

3. awkward

happy easter.

fever sprouts

i have been having the strangest dreams as of late, of i couldn't be happier. I was stuck in the mud as far as my celestial adventures were concerned, so it's about god damn time. i think it's all the broccoli that I've been eating.

last night was illuminating, to say the least. I'm excited to kick my own as these next two months. business time, bub.

hollow resonation in my heart

 birthday present, please. not that i'll be getting any, because i have been nothing short of an asshole as of late. 

must be all the 40zzzzzzzzz

i am vurry curry happy and that is all that i can say.