So, I called out of work today.

[dreary_dredg]

We lived there for a few months and were always tossing seeds out the window.
One day, we noticed plants started growing outside of our house.

I was standing in my attic, enjoying a cigarette, listening to "Maps" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and the sun was practically out from behind the light clouds, and there was a chill, although even that was

Comments

[dreary_dredg]

I've been fine.

And I think that I might be organizing this reunion of the kids in my creative writing class from last semester for Friday, where we all meet up at Chris' (my drummer and a dude I met in that class) dorm and drink ourselves retarted, like we used to do at the end of every class at the Randolph diner.

[jinx]

thank god there are still some people who can really write in this world (as in, you).

[dreary_dredg]

Thanks. I very much appreciate it. But I'd rather you not say anything about this - I'm trying to convince people I'm illiterate.

It's been an uphill battle, but I think I'm gaining ground, the other day, I pretended not to notice me putting salt into my coffee instead of sugar, hoping someone else'd see and put two and two together.

But no. Just some funky tasting coffee.

. . .none of that's true.

[jinx]

...but i wish it was. :) *love*