For christmas this year i got:

coconut
marc by marc impossibly chic neon crossbody baggette
lady gaga everything
my moonstone...from the other half of my moon <3
fox everything
my dream job working at Press Here in nyc

a better life ...

I have shingles. Happy holidays.

You know how i must be feeling if i began my monday commute with monogamy followed by blackout.
basically, i feel like tim kasher himself is sitting on my sternum.

the safest sex i ever had was with a Hooker.

The harder i try the more alone i wind up.

Everytime pretty woman? every... fucking...time...?!

running running running running running

this is my brain

running running running running running

chasing my sunset.

I come a different direction nowadays. Its much...brighter...

Im interning at the publicity firm which hosts my lifeblood. Being watched by conor oberst, jenny lewis, zooey dechanel, m ward, the faint, and the killers is the best way to spend a free work day. Ohhh me and my twisting fate.

And the best way to spend free time is being watched by the bright eyes of matthew.

Its good this week.

Dont let your silly dreams fall in between, the crack of the bed and the wall...

Neon clad natives claiming the woods.

Ever since i came back my life has been one over exaggerared series of unfortunate events.
I dont belong here.
Everyone must belong, somewhere.

Man overboard.
Plan C- Abandon Ship

Sometimes it is possible for me to feel absolutely nothing at all.