it's weird, you know, having so much to say and not wanting to say any of it. i've got shit to type and photos to post. but it's as if i don't have the energy to. or maybe it's just what's been going on lately is nothing compared to what's going on in my head.
the colors aren't as bright as they could be, and i like that. the wear and tear, rips and creases are all battle scars that prove memories can last forever.
ryan came over yesterday. i missed his stolen/found vehicle. we watched the wizard of oz. 1000 points for ryan for putting up with me reciting all the lines. we went to jack in the box, frechfried it up, and he left shortly after.