100 years ago

at least, I broke up with a guy by writing a poem in sharpie on the concrete in the alley where we used to get high. I think I wrote him a note, too, but the main thing was the poem. All my teenage poems are shit, when I go back and read them, but I sometimes wish I still had that one. I'm sure it was shit too, but I'd still like to see what I wrote.

aight

Z has acquired a loaner car from work, so he can get to and fro. He thinks they may think he is buying this car, and he does not want to buy this fucking car, just use it and buy one that isn't a PoS, but it is transport, so IDGAF.

We have my van almost working, like, he can do this trick to get it places that aren't too far away, and it is now firing on several cylinders, which is more than before he did the foam engine clean thingie.
Z is convinced that this whole thing is RUINING OUR LIFE and we should just move into a cardboard box in the gully so things can not get any worse. I love him. but I am ready to smack him up the head for the drama.

I just spent like a half hour moving files around. emptied out the drive from my old computer, and moved stuff from all my sd cards into this machine. This was harder than it should have been, because this machine won't read anything bigger than a 2g card. and of course, most of my shit was on my 4 g, so I had to use the duct tape computer to move stuff from the 4 to the 2, and of course the drive on that has negative space, so it was complex.

But this means every vid i have downloaded is now on this machine so I don't have to hunt through cards.