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Do you want us to leave you guys alone

Cherry chap block

Jen is tight

We have been drinking since one now it is ten

TAP THAT SHIT

Or, An Unexpected Essay on Home.

I love living at home. There are many factors involved with this and I am happy to elaborate.

Broadly: Philadelphia.
My appreciation for this city grows and grows. It's so vital, gritty, real, impenetrable, old. There's so much history and so much pride. Different flavors and neighborhoods. It's not easy or ( Read more... )

One of the things I wrote down in that first few days of hearing the news was
At the end of the day, I just can't imagine never seeing him again.

I think...this is what I keep coming back to. I simply cannot, will not believe it.

He had a certain gaze. Uncapturable, but best captured in the **photo I glimpsed tonight that reinitiated an endless ( Read more... )

Upon reveille this morning, my dear computadora had three screens up:
The Catholic Encyclopedia entry for St. Genevieve
A Google search for how long it takes to become a Massachusetts resident
And the dictionary.com page for vestibule.

I don't know how possible it is to explain my situation right now. I am so happy. In such a new way. I truly, deeply, ( Read more... )

Arriving, being here, has brought the peace that was missing from the past few weeks. I sit now on my couch, the corner couch, in my living room, window open and a beautiful breeze. We may be blocks from the river but you can still catch glimpses of it in the air as it wisps through the city to reach my nose, to graze my skin.

I almost couldn't get ( Read more... )

Mah. Uhrm. Lrol. 
It's a week of conflicting feelings. Or too many feelings. 
It's the start of a few weeks period of transition, which I hate. Which will bring good, but also requires leaving good, and is thus my eternal conflict.

I miss my Mom. I miss my Dad. I'm going to miss them even more soon. I'm going to want them there, in Boston, helping me ( Read more... )

Because
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Pee-Wee's Playhouse is the shit.

Sometimes. Some days. Just a total waste of make-up.
It's such a definitive way to describe it. For me.

So maybe tonight was one. Which isn't to say all is lost.

Because it wasn't.

Only in the sense that...well, there are just some people, some situations, that don't require that level of....youknow. 
And I like those best anyhow.

Thanks for knowing ( Read more... )

i think what it is ( Read more... )