Do you remember the time we reminisced?
Hi. I moved to Wisconsin.
I've been here for about a week. I have an apartment in downtown Madison, because luckily for me Zuzanna's ex moved to France, to fulfill a lifelong dream of wine-tasting and pickpocketing. It's nice, it's on the third floor, and I share it with two guys. One I never see, and the other I'm in love with secretly, because he has well-conditioned hair. I bought a huge TV on craigslist, and netflix is God's gift to shut-ins.
But I do a lot of stuff. Little did I know Madison was a hub for punks and indie-types. It's kind of a Diet Portland, Oregon. I even recycle. My landlord is a showophile, and at least twice a week bands play and children flood the basement. I went to one, it was kind of stinky. But I don't mind the noise at night. From a distance, the rhythmic thumping of combat boots against concrete sounds like a mere washer that is unbalanced.
And when Zuzanna is up to it, we go drinking/dancing. One night we went to Chicago to a place called "Club Berlin" and were submerged in decadence and dirty techno. I get hit on a lot at such places. I think it's my small-town boy charm. But lately Zuzanna and I just like to do nothing but lay motionless on the couch and examine eachother's lovehandles. I think this is largely due in part to my pressure on her to help me explode all over town and fall in love with everyone I see. I need to slow down. I'm starting work now anyway.
In other news, I was driving over here when I found out from my father he will going to Iraq in July.
For a year.
I've already freaked out my fair share. But I still can't believe it, I totally thought I was in the clear.
I'll be returning to New Hampshire around my birthday for a little while, and most likely returning here until fall, when I will most likely be living alone in Boscawen until I figure out what to do. Will you come live with me?
On a lighter note, summer is finally here and it was worth the wait. I miss you all! (the lakes and rivers of New Hampshire, that is)
p.s. Kyle-- Eddie Money will be ours.
I've been here for about a week. I have an apartment in downtown Madison, because luckily for me Zuzanna's ex moved to France, to fulfill a lifelong dream of wine-tasting and pickpocketing. It's nice, it's on the third floor, and I share it with two guys. One I never see, and the other I'm in love with secretly, because he has well-conditioned hair. I bought a huge TV on craigslist, and netflix is God's gift to shut-ins.
But I do a lot of stuff. Little did I know Madison was a hub for punks and indie-types. It's kind of a Diet Portland, Oregon. I even recycle. My landlord is a showophile, and at least twice a week bands play and children flood the basement. I went to one, it was kind of stinky. But I don't mind the noise at night. From a distance, the rhythmic thumping of combat boots against concrete sounds like a mere washer that is unbalanced.
And when Zuzanna is up to it, we go drinking/dancing. One night we went to Chicago to a place called "Club Berlin" and were submerged in decadence and dirty techno. I get hit on a lot at such places. I think it's my small-town boy charm. But lately Zuzanna and I just like to do nothing but lay motionless on the couch and examine eachother's lovehandles. I think this is largely due in part to my pressure on her to help me explode all over town and fall in love with everyone I see. I need to slow down. I'm starting work now anyway.
In other news, I was driving over here when I found out from my father he will going to Iraq in July.
For a year.
I've already freaked out my fair share. But I still can't believe it, I totally thought I was in the clear.
I'll be returning to New Hampshire around my birthday for a little while, and most likely returning here until fall, when I will most likely be living alone in Boscawen until I figure out what to do. Will you come live with me?
On a lighter note, summer is finally here and it was worth the wait. I miss you all! (the lakes and rivers of New Hampshire, that is)
p.s. Kyle-- Eddie Money will be ours.