so tired of scratchy contacts. it makes this whole beautiful season hurt... only three more days until the dad tries to create a memorable thanksgiving day meal by pressure cooking a turkey. side note: NOT NORMAL!!! who really pressure cooks anything these days? instead, i think he is going to treat us to a fine meal at the old country buffet ( Read more... )

pretty amazing when you feel so alive and full of energy and genuinely happy with the way your life is going, yet the people who were there through all of the hard times, are not there to help share in the good ones... an experience becoming all too frequent and all too familiar. border lining comfortable. especially when those people who you ( Read more... )

who would have thought that a kelly clarkson song would ever be a soundtrack to a perfect weekend? lazy canadian afternoon complimented her skin with mine quite well. so many kisses sealed so many conversations. whistles from passing cars and sweaty dances with topless boys. sober enough to remember what was said. drunk enough to explore what ( Read more... )

wow... days are bleeding into one, but it seems like we are never together. goodnight, goodmorning, goodbye... i finally got to see elise's face and talk with her. when all is not right in the world, one just needs to hear her giggle and all is right again. i truly need more of her... time to cross the border. new title for the weekend luckily ( Read more... )

now i feel that heart-wrenching that they feel when saying goodbye to the most beautiful girl laying there, in my bed, in my shirt, with half-openned smiling eyes not wanting me to leave. saying goodbye is becoming all too frequent. when will a simple day of errand running and tv watching come along? such a beautiful face. no wonder they all ( Read more... )

so what a weekend... no one could hear me from walla walla. so i got a new phone, wish to god i could just send a fucking text message... anyways, wasnt all that bad of a trip, except for the fact that walla walla is the armpit of washington state is all. and i love it when my coach bitches at me at dinner in front of the whole team... who needs ( Read more... )

grey days are my favorite... shes like sitting in traffic. as quickly as i need to get from here to there, there will always be something in the way. small cars, semi-trucks... friends, exes... all these preventatives keeping me within the lines, unable to speed ahead and risk it all. at least im sober behind the wheel. im reminded of that ( Read more... )

with bruises still healing from a weekend spent mostly on hardwood floors, october finally ended with her hand in mine. such an amazing day. the fact alone that it was my favorite holiday simply made it that much more enjoyable. spent nights drinking cigarette ash, wolfing skittles and writing tickets for illegally parked cars. i havent ever ( Read more... )

so taco bell is only good at 11 o'clock at night... and for some reason insead of being affraid of bed-bugs bitting, i have to worry about getting scraped up by nachos. normal? happy halloween ya'll.

so its real fun when you can go out to dinner with one of your closest friends and the person that means so much to her, while having someone you are hard-core crushing on on your arm, all while your friend does her best to embarass the shit out of you the entire evening. this happened last night. jordin, you are the shit, you make me laugh so ( Read more... )