preparing myself for dinner with "the family" whatever that means.

i think this week has been a little bit over the top, like 'brain melting. home at 7. three tests tomorrow. sleep early anyways. pay for it next day. all times 4' over the top.

and i cant give blood because apparently i have mad cow. (moo)

r

everytime today began to improve, someone was there to bring it back down.

it's the little things that count. atleast it's raining again.

r

heheheheheheehe.

it's 4:20 on 4.20...

incessant manical laughter persues

r

Mondays are brutal though significantly improved by coming home and knocking a few back with Dave. what a sweet guy, well, dad too.

today my brain slept through the morning and awoke to lunch and sunny tables and summer in april. then i signed forms to seal my fate and realised the sun wasn't going to shine down a glorious 75 degrees almost ( Read more... )

there's simply no way to cover all these bruises.

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go figure i would find out the hard way that im violently allergic to vicodin.

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early tomorrow morning i will fall into a deep anesthesia induced sleep, as i bite my nails and wait with much unanticipated anxiety ( Read more... )

the distance is done and the search has begun.

England was a bit of a mess, a ruddy mess in fact, but i love the once wobbly bridge and st. Pauls and the sketchy streets of the south bank. maybe for now that's enough.

lesson of this season: sometimes it takes a lot to just get out there.

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oh yeah and it turns out i am going to college.

leaving on a jet plane but still quite as faded as my blue jeans...
all too many references there.

whatafuckingblur.

gone to england for a bit to dance in puddles, photograph, and just generally muck about for a week or two.

r

fuckity fuckity fuckity fuckity fuuuuuuck you.

thats all i have to say about that.

r