a summer wasting
mint floss, limeade, steak, i wish steak sauce, asparagus, tomato, baked potato, sour cream, butter, salt, caesar salad, chocolate chip cookie, chocolate biscotti, coffee, hazelnut coffee, more coffee, caramel royale, scrambled eggs, vienna sausage, water.
i just typed out what i ate today because i am trying to escape the idea that tonight was my last evening with mike for three months.
that pair of blue eyes gets me every time.
i don't care what you think, i'm a fucking sucker, i admit it.
i curse too much.
i've been home a little over two weeks, and i haven't seen anyone really. lauren, annie, fernando, viktor, robert, that party at julianne's where i saw a few people briefly, sandra, michelle. all of these encounters have only been once or twice at most. i have spent most of my days at work, most of my nights at home, one night seeing front runner, another night seeing a couple other bands and seeing front runner again, geez louise and another night seeing the impossible shapes and this fucking sweet band seawall. another night i came home at 5.12am and i only managed not to fall asleep by driving really fast with the windows down.
you know, i love the texas sky. even when it's above dirty denton parking lots.
i've read the bell jar, the old man and the sea, a bunch of short stories and have started a confederacy of dunces. any pressing suggestions?
i've seen etre et avoir (to be and to have) a french documentary about country schoolchildren and am determined to own it soon and watch it repeatedly. a little boy named jojo refuses to color le poisson! i've also seen girlhood, a documentary about two young girl delinquints and what happens to them over the course of three years. also, crash. all good.
that's about it, folks. today i made 18.75 in tips and. whatever.
i don't care.
i do think that melissa is the most amazing pen pal!
ok bye.
i just typed out what i ate today because i am trying to escape the idea that tonight was my last evening with mike for three months.
that pair of blue eyes gets me every time.
i don't care what you think, i'm a fucking sucker, i admit it.
i curse too much.
i've been home a little over two weeks, and i haven't seen anyone really. lauren, annie, fernando, viktor, robert, that party at julianne's where i saw a few people briefly, sandra, michelle. all of these encounters have only been once or twice at most. i have spent most of my days at work, most of my nights at home, one night seeing front runner, another night seeing a couple other bands and seeing front runner again, geez louise and another night seeing the impossible shapes and this fucking sweet band seawall. another night i came home at 5.12am and i only managed not to fall asleep by driving really fast with the windows down.
you know, i love the texas sky. even when it's above dirty denton parking lots.
i've read the bell jar, the old man and the sea, a bunch of short stories and have started a confederacy of dunces. any pressing suggestions?
i've seen etre et avoir (to be and to have) a french documentary about country schoolchildren and am determined to own it soon and watch it repeatedly. a little boy named jojo refuses to color le poisson! i've also seen girlhood, a documentary about two young girl delinquints and what happens to them over the course of three years. also, crash. all good.
that's about it, folks. today i made 18.75 in tips and. whatever.
i don't care.
i do think that melissa is the most amazing pen pal!
ok bye.