There's something about this place.

I want to go back.

stop

Tomorrow is my birthday.

I can't wait to go home.

This month has been so weird.

This place is such a strange collusion of weather. Last night, Peter and I were standing in the quad having a cigarette, and it was sort of balmy and misty out, warm with the rain. We went inside for a little bit to get something to eat, and when we emerged ten minutes later, the downpour had begun ( Read more... )

Fucking Hampshire.

Oh shit.

Today, I am too tired. Last night, I had a couple beers and went to sleep at around 1:30 or 2 AM, and woke up this morning promptly at 7 AM without any chance of getting back to sleep. It was hell. I sort of dozed until 10, then I got out of bed and drove to Bradley to go pick up my neighbor's friend from the airport ( Read more... )

Today is a very good day.

I have a new-found love for Beverly, MA.

And Denny's.

And. And and and.

And Michael Fucking Belcher. (His new middle name.)

Awwwww shit.

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Ummmm.