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Ooooh, missing home. Culinary school is tough. Boys SUCK.

4/20 in Boulder - about 1/3 of the Quad


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I've been sick for three weeks. And I'm reaching my breaking point.

Portland in eighteen days!

Word. This is intensely self-obsessed. But it was fun. Oh, how I’ve changed. Nice to look at old photos?
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“Off You”, The Breeders. ♥

Goodbye my rainy city.
Goodbye my dear friend, old friend.
Portland, I’ll miss your graceful bridges.
Confused one, you’ve burned all of ours.

So, turns out getting a new piercing, going home and getting shwilled (with old and new friends alike!) and having to tell mom about it shortly after does not do a body good. No, no not at all. And I have a dentist appointment today in which they’re probably going to tell me that I have eighteen new cavities and that my mother should have had an ( Read more... )

We will get you home ASAP one way or the other. Hang in there. Love you, Dad.

For once in my life I’m not going to deny that I might be a smart kid. I dominated an academic paper. And put it on my refrigerator. I’m a smart kid. I suppose fourteen years of private prep school will do that to ya ( Read more... )

Mirah is such a miserable little bitch sometimes. But it works. Especially on Wednesdays. Wednesdays are hard.

And, eight days! And, what the fuck has been going on in my head lately!