Dude, my house is so fun ( Read more... )

I know it's past my bedtime (today is the first day of school), but I just wanted to reiterate that I love Bunty. Watching him swimming makes me happy ( Read more... )

I am going to Mexico.I also recently got two letters, an unexpected phone call from somewhere far away, and (in addition to indespensible help) a surprise gift of GLOW-IN-THE-DARK paint from Brian ( Read more... )

Sometimes you think you need all these complicated things but you really don't. What you need are familiar faces, old friends that were not really close but were friendly enough. You need reminders of home that came here to find a new home and are now moving on to re-define it, and you need to talk all about the future with these people who are ( Read more... )

I live in a beautiful house. On the outside it ain't too pretty, but on the inside it is beautiful. I thought this today as I was sitting in the kitchen, overcast sunlight pouring through the windows, Ashley sitting lazily at the table across from me and talking over a cup of juice. We vented to each other for a long time. Ash paid a bill and I ( Read more... )

so my fever gave on to me dfeeling really drunk ( Read more... )

I am sitting at my desk crying uncontrollably because of an e-mail I just received. Because it was beautiful. Because it was the most unexpectedly welcome e-mail of my whole entire life. I'm not sure why I'm crying, it doesn't make sense, it was not at all depressing to read... but the tears are undoubtedly there in my eyes now. They are reflecting ( Read more... )

As the daylight fades into darkness, mild breezes drift in through my window. The lovely, balmy air carries me strains of "Tequila" and unidentified sambas, buoyed by the hysterical laughter of young people already drunk and satisfied. People all around my neighbor-hood are going for walks, taking their dogs out, playing corn-hole, playing beer- ( Read more... )

If today gets any worse I am going to find an unsuspecting god and PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE! Okay seriously not, I'd probably just sniffle and try to hide my face in their shirt... but still. It's starting to get ridiculous here. I'm just waiting for that banana peel that I know has my name on it, or that big pit spikes on it somebody surely ( Read more... )

Whenever I go home, my dad loves to shower me with boundless generousity. Often it is almost laughably silly - he will literally hand me the change in his pocket or the lone Hershey Kiss he finds in the pantry - but I learned long ago that to this goofy generousity is a sacred and meaningful thing. To accept his generousity is to accept his love. ( Read more... )