a great big, empty house ( Read more... )

what a fabby thanksgiving.

for my meal:
four olives.

+ several tylenol.

how bad was i at steak&shake?
all i remember was that nick wolny came in,
and i completely lost it.

and now i'm here,
four hours away from the nearest target.
merde.

well,
i'll be back on sunday afternoon.
lindsay, bethie: english project?

je t'aime, my galesburgian

ho hum.

i am such a sucker for accents.

bleh.
i am running on three cups of coffee and two and a half hours of sleep.

now that i think about it,
i really am losing touch with a lot of the people i used to know.
and i can't make myself do a damn thing about it.

i am pathetic.

conor oberst.last night was wonderful ( Read more... )

wynn ( Read more... )

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i really want for this to mean something.

it's selfish, i know,
but it's enough.

i cannot guess what we'll discover
we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
but i know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
and not one speck will remain

also, if anyone's interested:

seussical,
tomorrow night at seven.

be there or be square.
je ( Read more... )

high points of this weekend ( Read more... )

okay, do this, and i promise i'll repay you somehow ( Read more... )