I'm
in
love
:)

and then i crashed.

In 24 hours I will be on a plane headed your way ( Read more... )

Dear Westtown,

Fuck you 
up the ass 
with a broken bottle.

Hate always,
Anna Spackman

to the Shadowbox.
Found this while immersing myself in journaly things (more on that later.)
Imagine a girl in a red dress and my cynical "father."

“…lung cancer. I have…”
“No, you don’t.”

“…lung cancer.”

“It’s prostate cancer. You can’t have kids!”

“Because of genetics. It’s lung cancer.”

“They didn’t know about genetics back then!”

“Well, I ( Read more... )

is going to be terrifying.

But the fear is kind of making me feel like I'm alive again.

I keep wanting to write about things that require face-to-face explanation, displaying of pictures, song supplements, and long nights ideal for story-exchanging. So really that leaves me with nothing to say except we have a LOT to talk about when we see each other next. Till then, let's go live some more...

how long I've been wearing bras two sizes too small. (I am officially an incompetent female.)

how long I could last in a place that's as cloudless as this one. (Rain? Rain? HAS ANYONE SEEN RAIN?!)

how long I'll go into this summer before loneliness tugs on my sleeve. (pretty self-explanatory.)

how long I'll have to go before I can fully and completely ( Read more... )

I made him cry.

I was definitely wrong about this weekend.

finish kicking photo's ass

feel less intimidated by half the female population

delight in springy creeky goodness

write a halfway-decent song for the coffeehouse

eliminate tan lines

get $$ for Pete's

read the signs & act accordingly

...I'll get there.