breathless. or just hot, it's hard to tell in those first few seconds. probably just hot. good morning, apollo. windows open. missed calls like dodged bullets. amazed at the clocks unstopable march twords tomorrow, though today has just begun. maybe today is tomorrow, without all the hope and anticipation.

or maybe i should just sober up.

and i did. 66 weeks later it's all embers and ashes, and i got my running shoes on.

i want to burn it all down to the ground and run.

im home. haha. long story, but NYC was amazing, I'll post more later.

leaving for ny. be back in a few days. love you kids.

( denny's )

im pretty sure i want to get thug life tattooed across my stomach.

and im pretty sure that would be the funniest fucking thing ever.

im screaming at the top of my lungs pretending the echoes belong to someone i used to know.

i'm kind of not sick anymore. it's amazing to be able to breathe.

st. willmo's day next weekend. i missed the last one, won't miss this one.

leaving for NYC on the 13th. i gotta' find a ride to SD at 9:00pm.

and from there on out i'll be back .. uh. sometime?

pedantic.