Entry #691 (or "It's Not Impossible to Think Of You Thinking Of Me")
Photoshoots, and crossing paths, and only home for two weeks, and what they call things in New Zealand, and wikipedia vandalization, and criminal vandalization, and you've already made up your mind (clearly), and autumn, and how do you go about mailing produce?, and grey socks, and green sweaters, and even if you don't interact with it directly it's always nice to be near a body of water, and the National Geographic Channel, and the National Museum of American History, and the International House of Pancakes, and bonus tracks on colored vinyl re-issues, and postcards from Detroit but postmarked from Chicago, and I haven't listened to music of my own choosing in about a week, and carrot cake, and who cares what they may have thought, and so gaudy this silver wall paper, and Internet famous, and oh look at that I seem to have spent $700 in one day, and oh boy ice cream, and as much as you may or may not want it to be it is indeed all about networking, and twelve packs of IBC root beer, and black bracelets that girls make you, and everyone I have ever kissed, and hoping for more falling asleep with your clothes on, and shedding old skin, and being so excited about what's next that you can't sleep, and how can you really think about buying more shoes when you don't have a place to put them?, and specifically Haribo brand gummi-bears only please, and clouds that move so fast, and I have the hardest time finding a belt that I like, and responsibility, and bleeding from the cuticles, and I realize that I don't say "I love you" enough in my life, and scarves, and shoelaces, and balsamic vinegar, and recycling, alienation, and physically hiding behind things when you are nervous, and more amps than any of us could fit in any of our cars, and ten black razor scooters, and a bag of gum balls, and Tim Kinsella lyrics, and boots, and cats, and
