i have not written in months and months...

but i want to record the feeling of the greatest respect and heart-stirring correspondence I have ever been honored to receive.

"It is sort of lonely in the forest of ghosts. He is a haunted figure, and it is intriguing."
are you kidding me? You are an artist, and a Genius.

oh boy oh boy

[the] chicago [i've never seen] in the summertime makes me feel good inside.
as does walking in circles around the city to blindly find apartments with wonderful people (some of which who have significant others that make an effort to be nice to me...which makes me glad as well)

i can't wait to spend all year with youuuu

BAHHHHHHHH I MISS MY FRIENDS!

goddamnit this is the future that i want

UGHHH 31 DAYS, COULD YOU PASS ANY GODDAMN SLOWER?

sagashite, mitsukete,
yoso wo mukkattetara kochi wo mukaserukara, mattetene...

P.S.
the rolladium was hoppin' tonight and i would really like someone to tell me why

i am really passionate about driving on the freeway when it is very late ( Read more... )

we have the worst guy friends EVER.
JESUS.

but,
i am so amazed at what three girls can do in a pickle concerning a saturn, a shovel, lots and lots of snow, and no traction/cat litter or rope.

so proud. i haven't cheered/flailed/jumped about in so much pride in a very long time. go us.

i think i am very blessed ( Read more... )

I am on State Street
Missing Lotus and Berry Patch and Bamford and Maceday Hill and kind of especially Steep Hollow.

and let me just say that no part of the Magnificent Mile should Ever Ever EVER smell like weed. goddamnit people.