No particular rhyme or reason. Just like in my brain. Here are some things from today ( Read more... )

"At the end we don't know where we're going but we know there's some nice sweet thing ( Read more... )

This guy comes into the restaurant a lot. His name is Andy and I think he works with the homeless, although perhaps he himself is a relatively classy homeless man. I always see him buying bread for that lady who wanders barefoot up and down the block screaming at people, along with other assorted characters ( Read more... )

Krissy and I passed a house in the woods that had a sign in front saying "ART GALLERY." When I pointed it out she swung the car around and pulled into the driveway ( Read more... )

Life is so fucking funny. I am happy with myself and my decisions. No sarcasm. Really. So funny.

I never knew my birthday was free slurpee day.

Too late. Too late.

Driving home I thought to myself: "Hm. I could either roll the windows down and cruise along to that really silly classic rock station that plays the same four songs over and over, or I could turn on NPR and try to be a more informed, wordly person. Yeah. Yeah I guess I have to do that second one. Okay ( Read more... )

I am twenty. Oh god ( Read more... )

I can see now that I spent the vast majority of my childhood and adolescence living almost entirely inside my own head. It's the natural place to retreat to when you're kind of weird and shy, so I don't blame little me at all. I simply preferred to make my own experiences, stories really, rather than focus on the ever-depressing mundanity of my ( Read more... )

John and I walked everywhere in Paris. Mostly because we're too poor to afford butter for our baguettes, but also because it's better to look at castles than the nasty piles of filth on the French metro (oh my god, gross ( Read more... )