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i want to move to seattle, who's coming?

i promise i'll learn to cook and clean up my messes. won't watch too much bad tv- and i'll read you salinger by your bedside at night. i'll clean up my act and my only vice will be flannel.


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and you plead with the Gods, but they send you no sign. Hold on, sailor. Hold on, brother.
it's a good life if you don't weaken. Steady the vessel.

Brit: Sounds good, enjoy your cake
Matt: oh i will
Brit: ta ta
Matt: toodles
Matt: hahaha
Matt: alright bye

My Visual Arts teacher reminded me of the girl from True Life: I'm a Neglected Girlfriend. I spent the whole class pretending she had found her passion for art and escaped to become a college professor. She was really funny and enthusiastic. Good for her. Forget the bastard.

got an A on my final paper for history of media. so that kinda rules

"he wants to know what's in my mailbox
how my life has been going.
i tell him there isn't anything in the
mailbox or the life.
he thinks that i'm holding
back. I hope that
I am."

sometimes i drive for the first time in months
and listen to music loud
and sometimes i go to bed with out sleeping pills
and wake up early to go running
breath in deep
'cause it's fall
and it feels nice
sometimes the leaves are orange and yellow
the air looks clean
and life's real good.

not sick of tiffany and being awake at 6 am laughing our heads off because life is just so damn ridiculous. "it really is."

okay.

i just broke into my apartment via a rusty fire escape with the help of my new neighbor and a screwdriver. it's been a weird week.

i love the ice storm so much.

i am not allowing myself to leave this room until at least the first three pages of this paper are done. getting yourself to start is always the hardest