is it lovey-dovey stuff? do you need a bit of rough?
Man oh man oh man. So, I’m back in Asheville, as of one week ago, and half-jazzed about summer classes. Only half- because biology is really horrendous and tedious, etcetera etcetera, and because I have to leave way too soon. And ‘cause I’ve spend my past week living the hermitic lifestyle: waking early, speaking with the fewest people possible ( Read more... )
I miss the dragonmaster. I love how things like that just happen in the summertime, in Myrtle Beach. 98 Degrees magnets appear and strangers in hot tubs want to drink and tell round-robin stories and people who don't even own inflatable dragons try to teach you how to mount one. It's beautiful. I hope this year isn't a let-down.
Fifteen is the first year of change, definitely. When I was fifteen, I had my hyper-hetero phase, came out, started therapy, became really aware of things, started dating my first girlfriend, found out who my real friends were, and actually experienced requited love for the first time. Among other things. Oh, and I started listening to better music and reading better books. It was a really rough year, but a very good one, too, and a necessary one. I think a lot about my fifteen-year old self. Yours is already much cooler, but that's just how it goes.
I wanna make you a mix CD for California, if my CD burner gets unbroken. More mixes are in order. And I love you. And I will never stop thinking that Titanic is one of the best movies ever made, because it so clearly is! I used to fall asleep listening to the soundtrack and dream that I was out on the ocean, and those dreams were so fantastic and erotic and golden. Oh man! Someday, you'll come around.
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