Theres just something about summertime that completely inspires me. It keeps me up later at night. It makes me more friendly. It makes me more social. It makes things seem more possible somehow. It's okay to wear pigtails in my hair everyday, and every outfit looks better with flip-flops. I rarely have to wake up to the harsh sound of the ( Read more... )

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After awhile you know their style,
and that's enough to know they suck.
And when you know they'll stop the show because they know you know.

I know it's sad but don't feel bad, they knew they had it coming.
After awhile it hurts to smile, and if you laugh it's just a
typical miracle.

Every now and then as a young adult (yes--25 still counts as "young adult" in my book) you still feel like you're invincible. Cancer? Hell no. I'm not gonna get cancer. Heart disease? No way. It's been months since I've had a Big Mac. A regular monthly checkup? Nah, it's just a waste of time. I'm fine. Just don't get too crazy when you're ( Read more... )

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As a kid, I'd say that I grew up with a pretty consistant (not necessarily strong) religious upbringing. I wouldn't say that we were bible beaters, I didn't go to a private religious school, we didn't have a metal Jesus fishy thing on the back of the car or anything like that, and from what I remember most of Christmases past as a child, what ( Read more... )

I don't feel like talking.

Not even to you, dear journal.

Played hooky from job #1 today--I just needed a break, man. The mundaness that acts as my job was just too much to take today, and goddammit I just couldn't deal. (Gotta hit up job #2 at 3pm though...can't get too carried away ( Read more... )