lately, i feel like i'm drifting through life in a bubble. i can't linger on anything (good or bad), i feel disconnected from people, but more importantly my friends.

the 11:30-4:30am back to the grind shift is kicking my ass.

what would i do without you, little lady? i fear my emotional distractions have left me failing you.

last night i hopped on my bike and rode downtown, thinking i would do my usual *drink a latte, hang out for an hour or so,* and ride home. to my surprise, i ended up staying at the grind until 4am ( Read more... )

This plethora of added emotional weight on top of whatever disaster is unfolding is proving unpleasant. fight or flight?

the neighbors got a new dog for the section of the backyard that parallels my window ( Read more... )

biding my time in the vast expanse of dreams and sorrows, i used to be able to relate.

-weed
-bicycles
-lattes

..... can't really complain.

cartoonland and magic carpets.

: PERFECT EXAMPLE.

i've gotten so sarcastic that i've stopped noticing when i'm actually upset about something.

i hung out with my parents today. legitimately chilled with them. i smoked some weed and then we just sat in/by/around the pool all day.. it was fucking fantastic.
still blows my mind.