YESTERDAY: Thanksgiving. Wendy and I decide to ignore the holiday. We paint my bedroom. We totally re-do the feeling of that cluttered depressed little room with bright clean walls and my whole life organized on the new shelves I just bought from Allan. Since I moved here that room has meant little more to me than a dark place to throw my dirty clothes and masturbate. Now it is a bright cozy place.
November 24th, 1978
November 24th, 1978
November 24th, 1978
YESTERDAY: Thanksgiving. Wendy and I decide to ignore the holiday. We paint my bedroom. We totally re-do the feeling of that cluttered depressed little room with bright clean walls and my whole life organized on the new shelves I just bought from Allan. Since I moved here that room has meant little more to me than a dark place to throw my dirty clothes and masturbate. Now it is a bright cozy place.