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For Cannes.

there are just so many things to talk about

a small list:
*people, mostly the way that they are trippy
*masturbating and crying simultaneously
*motherfucking chatroulette, which is helping me find stoner friends at 4AM from all corners of the world. Tonight a kid from New Zealand said "Well shit. A pretty girl who wants to do bongs? This makes up for all the dicks." If you have ever been on chatroulette, you know what that means.
*i'm a huge pervert.
*where the fuck is Cyprus?

My mother has my son for the moment. Here's a scene that transpired in her living room today:

Saville, fresh from the bath was sitting on the couch naked. My mom noticed he was leaning over and grumbling. She asked he what he was doing. He said, "I'm so frustrated. I can't reach."
She said, "You can't reach what?"
He said, "My penis. I want to drink out of it."










Sometimes I wonder if I am fit to mother.

I keep burning my mouth on hot food items. I guess I'll never learn to slow down. Tonight, after it removed a third of my tatsebuds with its searing heat, I used a tatertot to write your name in steam on my windshield. Tomorrow I'll check to see if it left a mark on either place-- my tongue or my window.