Leslie Cool

I got a new LJ, Mercedes.

You can find me on Thisbabykicks

right?

I got drunk with Mi-KILL Moore and we spoke of the past and the future and love and zombies. I am a zombie in a zombie march. Athens is only good at 3 n the morning when everyone is around and someone is causing a scene. I don't want to be that person anymore.




Nothing to do. Nope. Nothing to do. I am always mentally making mixed CDs. Life is a bit lonely. Brennon has not called me though I know he got my message. He saves them all.




I drank and drank and I drank more and more and I drank like hella because why not? I drank until I got too drunk to function and Jake Cas. said he could taste it all.

Don't you wish all punkrock boys could kiss?


I mean.. Eh?

I like life a whole lot. Or maybe just the people in it.

I have been watching Ms. BFFNumberOneSpecial eat her feelings. It hurts really bad, so in solemn honor of her I have stopped eating. I refuse to cut one more milla-inch from any part of my hair until Gigi comes home... Another solemn vow.

Yesterday I spent the day with Ayla and BRENNON/JAKE CASUALTY.

Life feels really good. Gigi called me for 2 minutes in chapel from basic training. When she treads water she sings 'Baby I'm An Anarchist' my heart is warm for her. Jake eats a half-cup of Peter Pan Peanut butter per sand which. He ate two and tells me non-stop how "organic" he is. I really want a job. I think it would be fulfilling.

Yesterday I played impromptu guitar and showed off my skills for my new side-project: LESLIE ON THE FLOOR. Thanks to Jar for inspiration. Too bad JR ON THE COUCH disbanded. I got my Jar back. Brennon/Jake Casualties friend was asking about him. I told her he was a beautiful boy with a beautiful soul. I'm not sure when "the bay-bay" is due. We decided we might be on the road. I wanted a nazi bay-bay but Brennon/Jake Casualty said it wouldn't be able to ride the bike with us. "it would be dragged"


With the clothes-line we steal the sheets off of to make out little one clothes.

I have a fake bun in the oven, but it gets us a lot of attention. And that's really all there is to it, right?

I have been given an chance to really do something with my life. In 11 months "Jake Casualty" and I will be running away to become homeless. We are bringing an acoustic guitar which he will learn to play Johnny Cash songs on, Public Enemy, and The Ramones. I will knit scarves and sell them for $1. This will be our life. We will not get married, but have agreed to do it the slave way and jump over a broomstick if we decide to start a family. We will have little gypsy bay-bays. He will wear old-school Depression clothing and I will wear dirty sundresses that he has promised to buy me from the Goodwill with some of our "Street Performance" money. I have demanded a red dress for Charleston.


We will be passing through there on our way to Gaw-ja.


I am in love.
Did you know they have Camel Menthol WIDES now? I have switched now that I have quit not smoking. But so has my sponsor. So I feel no guilt.




Please, Keep my name out of your mouth. You have absolutely NOTHING that I want enough to steal, babydoll.

i will start writing alot. i swear.

i am depressed alot lately and i knew better than to waste my time on a couple baby-faced punk rockuhs that wear no shirts in public like they are some kind of steven rudko. i want to get out and do something but all i can really do is sleep alot and think about mr. canyoupleasegivemyheartbacktomesoicanmoveon. my mother burned the bacon today which ruined my life so i sat in bed with my brother and drank beer for breakfast.


i got stoned last night on joints i rolled MYSELF and came home and did art that blew my mind while i was doing it but sucked in the light of day.

i have been ripping things apart and i still can not figure out which came first... the chicken, or all those effin eggs.

Current taste: bad
Current smell: old people
Current favorite celeb: Luda
Current hate: my life

So everything is cool. I am moving out with Mike to a little house in the ghetto. A house warming party will happen. You'll know if you are welcome.
I wanted a toga party. Maybe that will happen later.

Two headed boy
With pulleys and weights
Creating a radio played just for two
In the parlor witha moon across her face
And through the music he sweetly displays
Silver speakers that sparkle all day
Made for his lover who's floating and choking with her hands across her face
And in the dark we will take off our clothes
And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine

I hate everyone that I love. And I really Really REALLY fucking hate waffle house.




No matter how hard I try I can't stay in school for a whole day. Leftover Crack us playing and Greg is going away. I call Jar daddy now alot because I know it bothers him but what do I care? I hate him too.

"Life gives you lemons,
Say, 'Hey I like lemons...
What else you got?'"