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Made a mixed cd, wrote a letter. I'll sit here all night long listening to this music and reading this letter. I'll probably cry, but all humans cry. Tomorrow should be refreshing. Going to the lake property with Adam to camp out. I'll never let myself forget how much I love him.

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My trip was a lot different than I thought it would be. Of course, it was a good experience. I think it would have been greater if I had gone alone. It's hard to do all the things you want to do when you're held back by someone who wants to do things of a completely different nature. I met some great people... hopefully my next tattoo will be ( Read more... )

I'm not angry at the micro-scale like I once was. I was mad at myself and many other localized things. I'm over that. I'm not angry like I used to be. It feels good and allows me more time to be angry at the macro-scale. Government, equality, environmental issues... so glad I have time to worry about that now instead of worrying about me ( Read more... )

Things have been tough lately for dreamers. They say dreaming is dead, that no one does it anymore. It's not dead, it's just that it's been forgotten, removed from our language. Nobody teaches it, so nobody knows it. The dreamer is banished to obscurity. Well, I'm trying to change that, and I hope you are too, by dreaming, every day. Dreaming with ( Read more... )

I get this insanely deep disgusting horrible feeling in my stomach whenever I hear that Adam is drinking.

Drinking disgusts me for multiple reasons. I hate this.

Apply to Woodring, finish western stuff, finish OC and graduate, finish buying tickets for Europe, pack the house, send mama off to Alask and say bye bye, go to Europe, come home, pack for Western, move, start new life. Hell yeah.