we sat in the grass and talked til my legs started itching. til all that was left was orange peels and a peach pit in a soggy paper towel. in my head, i just want it to be like is thomas and veda in my girl, without the bees. climbing trees and boney knees. nothing adult like, please.

i had a dream that i was resting next to my grandma and looked at her and said, "grandma, im afraid of the future ( Read more... )

i love wine and the scent of lavender.

it's like tasting bittersweet for the first time, but really only tasting the sweet.

who are you?

i made sticky rice for dinner earlier and a chunk of it fell when i was walking with it and i didnt know where it went and i thought oh well maybe nothing fell. just now, i was looking at the back of my leg for some reason and i found the chunk of rice stuck to my pants and i ate it.

i hate every where else except school.

i hate christmas time.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

last night, me and jen went into the city and we people watched but i didnt have my glasses so i couldnt tell if the people were old or young boy or girl happy or sad, but i guess it doesnt really matter in the end, right ( Read more... )