My body has been rejecting me, and because of that, I have gotten very accustomed these last few days to cranking up my albums and sitting around in my underwear. When I am not sleeping/vegetating, I am simeautaneously reading five books at once. And popping cold pills, and Pepto, and ibuprofen. And. Electric heating pads ( Read more... )

I've nearly managed fitting my life into two suitcases. And how me is this: a shortage of survival gear, an abundance of accessories. I am continually amazed to realize that this trip is no longer a theory, or something we discussed in wanting because the idea of Europe is so romantic and far-off. It's here. It's here. In less than 24 hours I will ( Read more... )

playing message tag (and soon, a return of the cyclops star). serenades in a radio-less car. a dog that licks my face. trampoline under the stars. bickering of the decker brothers ( Read more... )

Note to self: July 1, 2005 ( Read more... )

i am in love with La Boum ( Read more... )

This is me at my best. Hair damp, sogging socks, shoes that squirt water through the holes in my soles, and a shirt made three shades darker by rain. Sipping generic brand cola from an oversized cup. Sitting next to an open window letting even more stray raindrops hit my face. Letting a combination of Death Cab and downpour fill my ears ( Read more... )

( this place is a tomb )

things i'll never be able to say again ( Read more... )

I've stopped cleaning my room. I've started brushing my hair. This is, yes, a raw deal. Unlittered floor/clean jeans/less empty cups > untangled hair, any day of the week ( Read more... )

I am getting ready to play my role as the submissive one, i.e., I'm not going to torment myself wondering if I'm too boring/easily amused/strange for you to hang around with. If you want to get together sometime this week: you do the calling/messaging/whatever ( Read more... )