To clear the conscience of who I am ( Read more... )

I've done this in comments on other peoples' journals so many times, I figure it's about time to do it myself.

Post a memory of me.
It can be anything you want, just as long as it happened.
Then post this to your journal.
See what people remember about you...

an acceptance speech of sorts...(as in, i accept this):

"Thank you to all those who helped to move this all along once again.  Thank you to all the conservative christians who walk my streets and try to convert me (godblessha guys) and likewise you folks in Texas, the beautiful state (holler back!).  Also to all those who like church and state so ( Read more... )

"What I've kept with me ( Read more... )

Love terrifies me. I don't really know if I like it. I'm pretty sure I hate it sometimes.

I love realizing that I'm smiling when I'm watching you from far away.
It makes it all real to me.

It's been a long day on Comm ave and tuesday schedules are a bitch ( Read more... )

( me )

Get Low, JLow, Kimballs, LITs, Helen's, pack pack pack, water, diamonds v. dirt, big toad, debit, late, wallet in the Z, OGT, new house, old house, route 27 back and forth, soccer field, missing, art, white walls, intro to film, guitar?, Elly's mom, peel out, windows open too wide, tan, terror, guilt, new ID, "movie star", pics, Michaels harborside ( Read more... )

I let a middle aged Italian man with a thick accent and big hand gestures hack away at my hair today on Newbury Street. I kind of miss it. But I also kind of love it. I'm not sure it's ever been this short. Oh well.

I also spent a lot of green on textbooks. Ow, my wallet hurts.