I just received a text from Rob calling me a "jerk".
-Jami
p.s.-Kady is back in Beijing, China. It's really complicated. You wouldn't understand. I mean because a lot of it is in Chinese.

Rob is gone. He left. I'm not sure why he left. Some say it was because he needed a job. Others say it was because of the meth. Personally, I think it was to escape memories. Memories of a 3 day weekend of laughing, listening to music, fellow music lova, and making out hard core. I'm not going to mention any names-and the following picture was edited to protect the identity of the individual.
But I think that may be why he left.
Thanks
Jami

Life and Times I'm back. I do a lot of writing these days: poetry mostly. Two days ago, when I was walking up by the Lincoln Memorial, I put pen to paper to write another poem. I'd like to share it now but I used that paper to put my gum in then forgot which paper it was and ended up throwing it away.

It was a good poem about the grass and how water makes things grow. There was this one part in it that went: "...about trees, this is what the artist sees." Something like that with rhyming.

Thanks,
Rob

Life and Times I just read my friend's last blog: I have to use the bathroom.

Some things have been said about my lack of blogging. I don't remember the exact statement, but I know the word "Bitch" was used. Would a "bitch" volunteer at the hospital, or feed the homeless? NO! I mean, I haven't done those things either-but it's not like I wouldn't. I mean I would if I had to. If like lives depended on it. And I got paid.
Thanks
Jami

Life and Times So, I think this is where you blog your feelings and what's on your mind. Well, I'm in DC now and it's lonely and cold and people are mean. I just don't know if people here like me. All I feel is their cold stare. I walk the streets, listen for the familiar footsteps of friends I knew but all I hear is the sound of people hitting the ground after they've been mugged and beaten up. It's hard to walk around them because when they fall, they are unconcious and they don't have any way of controlling where they fall. A lot of times they fall right in front of where I'm walking and I have to step over them or wait for the police or family members to pick them up and haul them away to their homes. I wonder sometimes if they'll have headaches when they wake up. Probably.

So, anyway... I think it's a good city, though: if you like the constant "thud" of people hitting the pavement. I don't mind it acutally. I listen to my IPOD a lot and then I don't hear it.

It's kind of funny... just sitting around watching pig-practice with your life.

Well, the foreman just blew the whistle. Time for our smoking breaks. I don't smoke but will probably fake it with a piece of licorice so that I can get the time away from the sewing machine. These 16 hour days are wearing on me.