uhhhh i miss my friends.
i want to sleep until summer.
i want to be in tacoma. and have lots of friends there.
and to get calls from people who want to do something.
and i want to meet everyone and go run around at owens beach without shoes.
and get a slurpee.
and listen to tribe in dallas's truck.
and spend the evening (to the morning) talking and drinking and laughing.
and smoking cigarettes on gracie's back porch.
or phils basement.
and i want to be sunburned and unshowered.
and i want to smell like sea water.
and have sand in my toes.
and i want to spend time with the people that i love and miss.