yes.

I don't even know what to say anymore other than yes.

but when it comes down to me
or a drier
on a Friday night
Otis goes by the wayside
and this ache I know too well
is the only thing left to dance me
around the linoleum in the moonlight.

tonight we slow danced
to Otis Redding
in the kitchen.

ah.

little boys are the most confusing thing ever.

forget Zhay's longstanding motto of
guys are dicks, but girls is craaazy

I don't get what is going on with all these crazy post-teens XYs

all I know is I've been making a lot of sandwiches
and when it rains, it pours.

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I have to get out of here.

I cannot stay here any longer.
have to get out of here.

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At one point in time I made a list of things I wanted to do when I got back to Salt Lake ( Read more... )

how do I put this thing, this whole 18 months of insanity and wonder, all the stress and pressure, all the joy and freedom, all the pain and suffering, all the sin and savior, all the Russian and crazies and English club and visa trips ON A RESUME ( Read more... )