a sweetheart hair has embedded itself into my eyeball. the right one so i am slightly PopEyeish as I type. my feet are cold and so are my fingers, despite my new gas heater behind me. crank it up. drink another cider. wait for shannon to wisk me away to trackside to drink away my sorrows. 364 days. does it matter that it ended months ago for me ( Read more... )

tonight i am sad. i have been dating ruth for 364 days now. one day shy of a year and today it ended. i am sad. i said it out loud, "i want a tall girl who likes to build things" and i met and fell for an engineer. her first duty on the list was to help me finish the goat pen. then we redid the kitchen. i thought it was bliss, little did i ( Read more... )

gawd, been home for like 36 hours, learnd a whole lot in that time..

perhaps conrad isnt what you thought he was cracked up to be..

gotta tell amy, who, by the way comes home in T minus two weeks. as in june 11..

thank god for planes..

to take me away and to rbing her bacxk..

what would you do if you were sitting in a bar, perhaps, and haivng a few drinks ( Read more... )

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