It's July.
Thunderstorms in July are way too sweet.
So is whiskey in July, and eating too much candy in July.

Did I mention it's July?

...oh.
Well,
it is July.

you know, I'm starting to get the idea that eating chocolate is better than most things ( Read more... )

Kristen: "Dad, can I have my allowance?"
Dad: "I guess. But this is the last one, y'know. You have to get a job."

I knew the free money would stop coming one day ... I just hoped that wasn't today.
Damn.

Lost archives ( Read more... )

So, yeah ... sorry about that last entry. 
I got a little carried away.

My dad is whistling. 
My dog is whistling.
[...I don't have a dog.]
[then ... whose dog is whistling in my kitchen?]
[probably yours.]
[yep. it's yours.]
[why is your dog in my kitchen?]

ahh, crushes.

they make me feel so silly.
:)

All of us are super heroes.

Today, I wrote a goodbye letter.
In my head, though.
Not on paper.

I’ve already left, though I don’t know when I’m leaving.

I said goodbye. Once.
I’m lying.
…aren’t we all?

But never mind,
It’s all happening.

Four Brittish Nicolaas' running 'round the house.

My red hair is fading back to brown.
and I can't wait to leave.

Imagine Paris.

I can't.

lots of things are sometimes different.

huh.
maybe it's just me.

think about having fun.
I did that.

13th out of 600, bitches.

Trees all have buds on them,
and the grass is greener here.
I like spring forever.

forever-ever.