i am so wrong about everything.

1. Go here.
2. Pass it on.
( my answers )

my weekend was wonderful. family and calm and hummus and babies and attics and floating sleeping and creek walking (and creek falling :-/ ) and late night tv watching and vodka and cranberry juice and "i miss you" voice mail and mostly just the smell of the air.

i want to leave for good. i'm talking like the country.

the more i play with paperclips, the less impressed i am with magicians.

Happy Birthday Rachel!!! Welcome to the wasted year that is known as twenty. You'll love it.

i get so worked up over stupid stuff. i just keep trying to tell myself, "none of this will mater in 10 years."

on a lighter note, amber and i are going to make homemade coupons (i.e. "one free back massage") and try to use them at target, meijer, and the likes. stay tuned for cashier responses.

last night i drove down hines with faith, listening to sufjan stevens and rocky votolato. the windows were down. it was a good time.

wheres pete barta?

i was born in the wrong country.

explanation to come (in the form of shitty prose, more than likely).

i ate four hot dogs today, but i wasnt at a tigers game.