hi natalie.
friends only.

inhales

crying
crying on the couch

exhales

driving
in the rain driving

inhales

gospel
fake gospel

exhales

i dreamed bad dreams last night.
not appropriate for the dream vcr.

inhales

oh yeah.
andi's mom + wine + olive garden = andi driving the mini van home.
it was the greatest dinner i've had in a while.

goddamn it.
i have got to stop talking so much smack.

thank you for teaching me such a valuable lesson, 7th Heaven.
and thank you as well, ms. chenault.

I am Beloved and she is mine I see her take flowers away from leaves she puts them in a round basket the leaves are not for her she fills the basket she opens the grass I would help her but the clouds are in the way how can I say things that are pictures I am not separate from her there is no place where I stop her ( Read more... )

i'm not saying last night wasn't great,
because it was.
(excuse me, beef curtains, where are your restrooms?)

but let's try to make it a one time affair.

oh, and blake, you are our champion.

dear marie,

i wish you could be happy.
maybe someday. some other day.

love,
a+ plus

i went the long way home today, back on tom costine and moore road. and i saw the biggest, most awkward looking bird eating something on the side of the road. and it smells terrible back there. and i almost hit a dog that was just randomly sitting in the middle of the street.

and i decided i love florida.

i'd just like to take this opportunity to step up onto this little internet soapbox in front of me and argue that life management, is indeed, the most bull shit class i have ever taken.
i come home from it assured that life is unmanageable and "counting to ten" when angry will only make you madder.

anti-valentines day party at chris's tonight.
bring your chocolate.
and your self pity.