in town once again, had a fantastic first night ( Read more... )

i love that we have become friends with the bartenders at therapy ( the bar right below the apartment). there is no need for the fakes or even paying for drinks anymore. the only problem is we keep getting drunk and telling everyone who works there and atleast 10 people we don't know to come up to 319 ( Read more... )

i wrote down the happenings of everyday ( Read more... )

you were again, in my dreams ( Read more... )

the initial instinct to disregard a possible emotion of being "homesick" is being fought off by the littlest voice in my head ( Read more... )

and so it is.

mildly life changing events.

My mom was an only child and my father had only one sister, who lived in florida. As far as i was concerned growing up my aunts and uncles were the people who my parents considered bestfriends. The one who was really there through it all, the early years, the messy years, and all the bullshit -- was my uncle Rich ( Read more... )

i always tend to get infatuated with people who seem to be on a higher level than i am ( Read more... )

alabama likes to swing from trees and comb his teeth. occasionally he'll use his shirt for pants instead of the napsack he has become so accustomed too, i used to question him but i finally understand.

He's more sane than you could ever hope to be.

it's a physical feeling, that lets me relive that moment.

i am so close to getting the fuck out of here.
it's been a long time since i had seen the red and blue reflections in our windows. good thing they didn't see the bong.