and we had a three volume tome of contemporary slang to keep a handle on all this jive. [13 Feb 2008|07:11pm] these long drives home allow for far too much solid thinking time. most motivation, [temporarily] out the window. things don't feel personal, and it's weird, and i'm strugglin'. i need a person to share things with, basically. ouch. my brother came by a couple days ago. he's got staph wounds all over his legs, he's balding, and the veins in his arms are shot to shit. he's involved in some court case dealing with possession of narcotics, and apparently he's trying to ween himself off of heroin for the 928382173th time. he barely even looked at me for the five minutes i saw him. by default, because he's my brother, i want so badly for him to get sober and stay okay, and to find a job, and have a life... but he's so fucking hopeless. i just can't see him doing anything worthwhile with his time. and. that. sucks. i'm sitting here trying to think of something less depressing to type about, but i ain't got the material. soo... ( here are some pictures of owls. ) 6 comments|post comment

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