Blasted thing, couldn't find a return address.

i'm so frustrated. i have a place to live here, and a job opportunity. i could fucking STAY here.
and i really, really want to.but i have so many people back home that i don't think i could leave quite yet...

isaac might not be in MA when i return. don't know how i'm supposed to react to this, but..i try to be understanding.

strange men ruin traveling.

i don't really want to be alone in ireland that much anymore. if anyone can come here, they really, really should. seriously.

Hokay, so ( Read more... )

does anyone have a rancid ticket i could buy off them? i really, reeeally want one.

everything feels so far away...i suppose i should start moving. gotta get to it.
i want to build a quilt fort. outdoors. somewhere nice and secluded.

mydsaofdas.dsdsdsa i hate the distance between there and here, and between saying goodnight and falling asleep./ i want to crawl inside/sjnnla

If you ever don't know where to go, or if the stress is sticking to you the way that it seems to do...try a roof. it's dirty up there, if that matters at all. it doesn't, by the way.
i am content. i feel like i took a very important dirt-shower.

Back to this. Time to be loud.

Doggie got adopted. I'll miss her ( Read more... )

We have a beagle-daschund dog that we can't afford to keep at our house. she's small and adorable. not particularly trained yet but she's the sweetest motherfucker on the planet. i'm quite in love with her. her name is dorothy, kind of. everyone's debating on what her actual name is.

anybody want a new buddy?