my hometown is home to one of the few, the proud, the all-male colleges in the united states

10 year-old Kristen: Mom, I want to go to Wabash! 
Laughing Mother: Sorry honey, I don't think that can happen. You have to be a boy to go there.
10 year-old Kristen: Well, I'll be the first girl!

Needless to say, I never applied.

But here I am, sitting in ( Read more... )

two hours. sleep. sing. sweet ( Read more... )

 My love...

kristen -
hello love. I wrote my first letter to you in this cabin, sitting at the same desk, and judging by how beat up this pen is, it might even be with the same pen.
It's awesome to think of how much you and I individually, and as a couple have changed since then.
I read quite a bit more
You tell me that I've gotten better at this
You ( Read more... )

 Today I posted this on Don Miller's blog, found here.

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 the night air drifts in my window and tickles my prickly legs. they are beautiful. (there. i said it.)

i feel beautiful today. right now. not working an inch. a mile, a crocodile.

save your scissors is savory since it has.... sssssssssalliteration

i am wearing my four dollar factory dress. fabulous.

another ant? oi, we are doomed.

final house ( Read more... )

 oh, hello Resurrection ( Read more... )

 sick. sin.

gros.s.

and i hate it i hate it i hate it

i made a mess

i am my own affliction
i am my own disease

(thanks jon.)

and should i faint, or die or choke of smoke in the throat ( Read more... )

 better breathing, but ( Read more... )

 I wake up feeling alone for the first time since we've ever co-existed in the same vicinity ( Read more... )