I'm at a youth hostel in Santa Fe New Mexico. Nick and I are getting our stuff together, trying to figure out where we're going to stay tonight. We're shaking off mild hangovers from the bar we went to last night, and trying to remember that one guy's life story as he presented it to us over a joint in some little city courtyard at 2am. I must ( Read more... )

Whatever Zidane. You're still my hero.

man, it's 3:30 and I just woke up. I either need to drink more or drink less.

Lord, I gotta get out of this fucking house.

I just played a large amount of poker and broke even. i also got a little high, so over all let's say I came out on top.

i am thoroughly and hopelessly addicted to arrested development.

curled tightly, my dog is a gently pulsing yellow hemisphere on a green couch. she snores a bit.

Rolled in two days ago, the car was packed to its full capacity. Hard corners of books poking against plastic bags and bored little holes that grew as I hefted them inside. So now the contents of my room at college are swallowing the already somewhat cluttered spaces of the living room. But home, it's about like I remembered. Except of course ( Read more... )

holy shit: I'm done with college forever.

The on-line FAFSA exit session is currently taking away part of my afternoon. Here is my favorite moment so far ( Read more... )