the devil is in the details
Wow.
Hello.
I forgot for a minute that I had a voice on this thing.
I think I've been watching a little bit too much Six Feet Under recently. Re-watching that show while graduation is looming it's fantastic head above me has my mind going a flutter. Let me not simplify this too much, but I'm scared shit-less. If you see me talking with confidence about my plans to move to "The City," don't be fucking fooled. Truth be told, I've spent too many nights getting mushy eyed talking my boyfriend's ear off. Graduating college is, by far, the most frightful adventure I have yet to take. For the first time in my life, I won't be chained to my education. I'm gonna be a free as a bird! But, I honestly feel like everyone else has a rifle and they all are gonna shoot me down. Alright, that sounded a little bit morbid, but for reals, I'm scared.
San Francisco. Oh.... SF. The City. The lovely modern Atlantis where you can eat the best burrito of your life and have bunches of hippies sling you nasty drugs. You are wonderful... and frightening. Living in that city, I'd imagine, would be like dating a real hot guy in the sexiest band alive. You're gonna look so cool with him, he's going to make you love him with his musical talents, but you just know... you just know that he doesn't need you quite as much as you need him because he's bound to have a billion groupies. That whole description was completely anti-feminist, but I really don't give a shit. San Francisco is that hot rock star. It is my Beck Hansen... who by the way, cancel on me three times. Ah-hem!
Let me not get over my head. I haven't found a job yet. I'm completely dependent on my boyfriend to shelter me and to help me make it through this. Oh god... I just realized why I've been hating myself.
Ummm.... I got a Flickr!
www.flickr.com/photos/49719938@N05/
I'm going try and put some new stuff on it real soon.
Hello.
I forgot for a minute that I had a voice on this thing.
I think I've been watching a little bit too much Six Feet Under recently. Re-watching that show while graduation is looming it's fantastic head above me has my mind going a flutter. Let me not simplify this too much, but I'm scared shit-less. If you see me talking with confidence about my plans to move to "The City," don't be fucking fooled. Truth be told, I've spent too many nights getting mushy eyed talking my boyfriend's ear off. Graduating college is, by far, the most frightful adventure I have yet to take. For the first time in my life, I won't be chained to my education. I'm gonna be a free as a bird! But, I honestly feel like everyone else has a rifle and they all are gonna shoot me down. Alright, that sounded a little bit morbid, but for reals, I'm scared.
San Francisco. Oh.... SF. The City. The lovely modern Atlantis where you can eat the best burrito of your life and have bunches of hippies sling you nasty drugs. You are wonderful... and frightening. Living in that city, I'd imagine, would be like dating a real hot guy in the sexiest band alive. You're gonna look so cool with him, he's going to make you love him with his musical talents, but you just know... you just know that he doesn't need you quite as much as you need him because he's bound to have a billion groupies. That whole description was completely anti-feminist, but I really don't give a shit. San Francisco is that hot rock star. It is my Beck Hansen... who by the way, cancel on me three times. Ah-hem!
Let me not get over my head. I haven't found a job yet. I'm completely dependent on my boyfriend to shelter me and to help me make it through this. Oh god... I just realized why I've been hating myself.
Ummm.... I got a Flickr!
www.flickr.com/photos/49719938@N05/
I'm going try and put some new stuff on it real soon.