i will.
I've been stumbling and tagging along and laughing and being a general mess these days. I should be chronicling the fuck out of this new start of mine. I should be taking pictures and writing down every place I've eaten and been drunk. But old habits die hard, I guess. Well I'm starting now, and I've got a terrible memory against me, but I'm hoping a few of you want to fight the good fight with me.
It's been a week and a day since I flew across the country looking for something I haven't been able to define for myself, let alone anyone else. I've tried to explain it to myself, but my life has been lacking in clarity for a while. Pretty fucking foolish of me to think that the fog would dissipate for one question. But hey, I moved away from the fog - I'm abandoning the metaphor at this point, keep up.
There will most definitely be more later, but somehow I'm in Connecticut, alone in a girl's dorm room, surrounded by boxes. To the right of me is a croquet set that appears to have all of the appropriate equipment and it's a fall-down, eyes-closed, goddamn beautiful day out. My plans include showering the hangover smell out of my pores and maybe playing the gentleman's sport. Hopefully.
Good Lord willing and the crik don't rise.
It's been a week and a day since I flew across the country looking for something I haven't been able to define for myself, let alone anyone else. I've tried to explain it to myself, but my life has been lacking in clarity for a while. Pretty fucking foolish of me to think that the fog would dissipate for one question. But hey, I moved away from the fog - I'm abandoning the metaphor at this point, keep up.
There will most definitely be more later, but somehow I'm in Connecticut, alone in a girl's dorm room, surrounded by boxes. To the right of me is a croquet set that appears to have all of the appropriate equipment and it's a fall-down, eyes-closed, goddamn beautiful day out. My plans include showering the hangover smell out of my pores and maybe playing the gentleman's sport. Hopefully.
Good Lord willing and the crik don't rise.