This morning I went home, showered, and crawled into bed with Jim. It was nice.
We watched Thumbsucker.
I liked it.

The wind is cool and my eyes are tired.
It is time for a nap.

I held a match to the sky and lit every candle.

I am in some kind of rut.

I have spent more time miserable than I have happy.

I wasn't supposed to grow up this fast.
School was supposed to last forever.

Boston feels more like a death sentence than the opening of a door.

It's a bad day.

Summerfest today. I worked my ass off with Elijah and Shaelyn on t-shirts.
I hope it's fun.

I went out to eat with Phoebe for the last time today. We went to The Fat Cat in Quincy because I promised her we would before one of us left. It was trendy and delicious as usual. Where else can you eat fried pickles and listen to Modest Mouse ( Read more... )

I need to clear my head.

I am angry, irrational, and need to sleep before bad things are said.

Fuck all the girls who throw themselves at Jim right in front of me ( Read more... )

I like when people who I think do not know I exist know my name.
It's cool.

I have roommates. Plural. Two of them. I live in a triple.
Oye Vey.
I do not know how I feel about that.