Item 1.) Yesterday Casey asked me if I've ever had my heart broken. She laughed when I told her that it was on my list of things to do. Sometimes. Sometimes. Possibly maybe.

Item 2.) Rest in peace, Peter Jennings.

Item 3.) My bitter, vitriolic attacks on Buffalo, my home, and life in general will end NOW.

Au revior.

Item 1.) I want to take a road trip that ends when I die. I want to always be in the process of going and never, ever returning. My outlook will splice the child-like awe of always being exposed to something new with the buddhist-like detachment of one who knows he is in a constant state of departure; he can gently drop stale emotions and ( Read more... )

i dreamt last night that i finally got a pet cat...and i named it something completely retarded ( Read more... )

i'm a bit frustrated right now.

October 1st, baby. The date has been set. My sister and I are going to tear up North Buffalo together like it's nobody's business. These will be the best times I ever have in this shit town.
In other news, I'm going to North Carolina for a few days. Good times.
In other other news, red wine makes me want to cry. It smells like all the good things.

damn.

Ugh. Tired.
Hung out with Sarah.
Afterwards, hung out with Sara.
Ordered some stuff on Amazon.
Apartment I was supposed to check out was in the ghetto.
Start using the French tapes.
My grandma was talking to me about television and heaven.
Tonight I'm skipping the parties and going to sleep early.

andi is moving to paris. what a fucking great idea.

i hope to hell i didn't get my taste in girls from my dad.

went to the albright, saw my sister, attended a pretty cool poetry slam. now my friday night is ending way too early.

work = better than anything else i could realistically do tonight.
buffalo is not a city.