timothy leary, guest houses and the kid

you know all those people that sat round listening to timothy leary, dropping acid and dancing naked in mud puddles to carlos santana and country joe & the fish? these people now own our world's bed and breakfasts.

still no word from my little criminal. i dunno why, i always refer to him as little. call 'im kiddo. he seems little, but he's huge. the kid. with the pretty words and funny brain. he told me how he was arrested. swat team busted into his house and he tried to run. that's such a heart-wrenching image, him running from big huge gun-weilding men not exactly known for their delicate touch, you know? who'm i talking to? why am i asking questions?

i know this chick, a compulsive liar - it's amazing the things that come out of her mouth. it's real sad, 'cause it makes no one believe her when she's in trouble. i just lend an ear. couldn't be f'd to figger out what the truth is. if she wanted me to know the truth, she wouldn't lie so much.

john is going to win the apprentice because he looks like vince vaughn. even in a clown suit. and vince vaughn is about the sexiest man in the world. and sexy is good business. very good business.

posted by Courtney at 9:21 a.m.

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