aaahem...

Germany is not the same without you guys. Please come back. All of you.

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it's like deja-vu.

i shake to think what we will be doing a week from this minute ( Read more... )

my roommate and i just created about 1000 new facebook groups and made ourselves administrators and ayatollah kahmenis of them. hawt.

i am sick of the frozen yogurt, the tricky mailbox lock, the cold walk to work, the smelly, hair-filled bathroom, and everything else about my current existence/ subsistence. cold feet? only in the literal sense, bc the Heitzung only works on odd days.
in twelve days the Portkey reopens...Wooosh!!!

i can, mutantly not sleep again, and the bleeding need to keep calling the kid's answering machine is straining madeline's ability to keep that serenly oblivious smile she always wears in slumber. it is 2:50 am, the end of my second date, as awkwardly striving as the first. Pulling me back, to the days of OUR date, holding hands (were we holding ( Read more... )

...the kid. sunday with may. burning my to-do list. and new york....und das war es.

it's not just about the kid. it's about going to a school where people wear blazers to dinner. voluntarily. it's about having one and a half friends. it's about not wanting to work on Capitol Hill. ever. it's about not loving money. or even really liking it very much. it's about...time, and that awful guilty feeling you get from wasting it , ( Read more... )

friday night.
drink. drink. drink. "oh, you have margaritaaaaaaaaas?" gulp. gulp. gulp. dance. dance. dance. "oh, you have a puuuumpkin bong" . hit. hit. hit. awake to sounds of wretching.(not my own). on the sidewalk. my night as a dc bum.