It feels like shit.

Owen is good to listen to after you've been hit by a truck of emotion ( Read more... )

I've been craving one of those so-called "mental health days" (a la Highland Park high school seniors) and I guess my body was listening, or at least my right eye was, because sometime last night between tacos and getting 3rd place on Mario Party, I got pink eye. Now I'm not 100% on this, but my mom seems to feel confident enough about it to forgo ( Read more... )

It feels so good not moving at this exact moment. I've been very busy but the world is doing me good so I'm not complaining.

Everyone is bitching about high gas prices and I feel their pain, but right now I'm going to sit on this porch as a cold front breaks the heat with a scattered array of summer storms and listen to my best friend play guitar while eating granny smith apples (sliced) waiting on Liz to call me back about her going away dinner ( Read more... )

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This time next week I'll be in sunny Santa Barbara. I intend on wearing nothing but my swimsuit and making up for three years without In-n-Out Burger by eating at every one I drive past. I even asked for Friday off so that I could have somewhat of a true vacation ( Read more... )

I think I'll be taking a slight hiatus from the internets as tomorrow my current cable and internet will be disconnected for oh, who knows how long ( Read more... )

Very interesting situations with impossible answers; I'm well on my way to becoming a professional jet setter. Some things are moving entirely too fast, some things are constantly moving in circles. As if I could be anymore obscure. So we'll work on this, one less "to do" list at a time. One more hour spent in an airport ( Read more... )

Basically, in Austin, I walked. I walked a lot. I walked enough that my stomach became incredibly sensitive to sugar. Sensitive in the sense that I couldn't even finish a Rockstar. Or a mango margarita. Or all the candy I bought for my "road trip ( Read more... )