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i made three new doggy friends today. their names are sofia, daffodil, and maggie. i also discovered that playing hackey sackey isn't that difficult. even if you've just downed some leftover twisted teas.
last night i counted sixty two earthworms in the little dirt area surrounded by bike spokes in front of bang-a-rang. two of them were doing it.
i spent most of today getting some sunshine in railroad park with leah, benny, michelle, maggie, and ellis. michelle gave me a book called the healer's manual: a beginner's guide to energy therapies, and i'm real greatful and real excited to read it. after, the girls minus maggie plus emily went to sidney to bring michelle home. beautiful sunset the whole ride there. i kept noticing birds flying and hanging out in pairs and couldn't help but meet up with tumBellz in my head. over and over and over again. we talked for the first time tonight since sunday and made multiple plans. silly fun this weekend at hampshire. easter keg hunt. fuck easter with the "family." i'm getting crunk in the woods. gaycation with tumBell in a little over a month. so fucking excited. she told me i've captured a few things of hers tonight... this is a love i haven't experienced yet. i like it a lot.
maooooowaooolafskybadowowwoooowboooshneybabadeedoofronkneeeloasdlkmcvapweofnsdkl
oh yeah. for like an hour tonight there were like five different goon squad cars and a buncha goons in front of our house. arresting one drunk person... who backed into conrad's truck...
oh yeah yeah. so i sent my mom this long heartfelt email last week about how i'm sick of hearing about her trying to figure out where she went wrong with us and how she raised such beautiful children and shouldn't accept failure and should accept us the way we are and yadda yadda yadda i love you and this is my last try... she finally responded yesterday with a long, vague, empty sermon. told me the things i've been told since conception. like i didn't grow up in church. like someone deleted the bible stories in my head. they're so fucking gone and numb. i'll just have to work on me for now. first step: spending the day of resurrection of their lord jesus fucking christ drunk in amherst.
happy spring, lovelies.
xoxoxo
last night i counted sixty two earthworms in the little dirt area surrounded by bike spokes in front of bang-a-rang. two of them were doing it.
i spent most of today getting some sunshine in railroad park with leah, benny, michelle, maggie, and ellis. michelle gave me a book called the healer's manual: a beginner's guide to energy therapies, and i'm real greatful and real excited to read it. after, the girls minus maggie plus emily went to sidney to bring michelle home. beautiful sunset the whole ride there. i kept noticing birds flying and hanging out in pairs and couldn't help but meet up with tumBellz in my head. over and over and over again. we talked for the first time tonight since sunday and made multiple plans. silly fun this weekend at hampshire. easter keg hunt. fuck easter with the "family." i'm getting crunk in the woods. gaycation with tumBell in a little over a month. so fucking excited. she told me i've captured a few things of hers tonight... this is a love i haven't experienced yet. i like it a lot.
maooooowaooolafskybadowowwoooowboooshneybabadeedoofronkneeeloasdlkmcvapweofnsdkl
oh yeah. for like an hour tonight there were like five different goon squad cars and a buncha goons in front of our house. arresting one drunk person... who backed into conrad's truck...
oh yeah yeah. so i sent my mom this long heartfelt email last week about how i'm sick of hearing about her trying to figure out where she went wrong with us and how she raised such beautiful children and shouldn't accept failure and should accept us the way we are and yadda yadda yadda i love you and this is my last try... she finally responded yesterday with a long, vague, empty sermon. told me the things i've been told since conception. like i didn't grow up in church. like someone deleted the bible stories in my head. they're so fucking gone and numb. i'll just have to work on me for now. first step: spending the day of resurrection of their lord jesus fucking christ drunk in amherst.
happy spring, lovelies.
xoxoxo