it's just fine

[scientz]

I wanted to write about my uncle. I wanted to write about my awful Norwegian cold. I wanted to write about the lonesome letters I wrote and the drunk letters I wrote and the coffee-stained optimistic letters I wrote. I wanted to write about their faces and how they lit up when I came in through the door and how they wanted to tell me everything and just sit by me while I ate peanut butter on toast for supper. I wanted to write about the perfect way he said the word "slutty", precise T's and Norwegian U's. I wanted to write about how I love hanging out with the dudes. I wanted to write about my ideas, my plans, my feelings and emotional emotions.

I took a bunch of pictures with a crappy disposable camera and they turned out so lovely and retro. I want to buy a camera for every week and have memories of life here as if it were the 70s.

It's so sunny. I want to lie in the park with a bottle of wine and if you were here, you'd do it too, but you're not and I just have to deal with it. That means I can stay as long as I want, and there's more wine for me.