i feel restless. like everyday.

i'm sick in july. who does that?

modeling just sucks

i miss having a car. oh the convenience

i can not escape bob dylan

you should've shot yourself in the foot when it was in your mouth

mike and i just went to the cider mill! woo! cider! you know whats great, how it isn't snowing here. man that is sweet.

working builds character.
i have a second job. which is probably the sweetest thing ever. but i think i'm becomming obsessive. i actually contemplated getting a third.
there is something appealing about being compleatly consumed with working. friends are great. but i feel much like a robot. and that is not in any way depressing.

i can not stop buying clothing.
it's a sickness.

so my brother had a baby.
that is so surreal