jenny was a friend of mine
so, stevi has resigned as president of GSA. she's not even going to enloe anymore, and so then can't come to the club, and has too much shit to handle to be our commander in chief. and i think me and emily are going to take over. which is exciting and intimidating, and a small part of me is glad to perhaps finally get some credit for going much beyond the call of duty of a PR.
i'm pretty relaxed right now. i really want to go backpacking. and smell the mountain air, and sweat out all my tension, and feel at one with nature. green tea and edamame only does so much for one's inner peace. there's never enough trees in the city. i should write a song about that. or something.
dad keeps talking about how he wants to go to NYC for his birthday (it's the 9th, he'll be 52). i told him i'd go with him in a second. even this weekend, when i have a million things to do. i literally would pack at his command. christo does central park in feburary. and this would be a great way to bond with my dad. we're drifting in his old age. perhaps my perpetual fear he'll drop dead any day now is creating an awkward barrier between us. and god help me, i know three people my age with dead dads. and after reading les miserables and experiancing jean valjean's death, and watching dad hobble around............................................ sigh. i'm so fucking afraid of death. it's one of my few weaknesses.
i'm pretty relaxed right now. i really want to go backpacking. and smell the mountain air, and sweat out all my tension, and feel at one with nature. green tea and edamame only does so much for one's inner peace. there's never enough trees in the city. i should write a song about that. or something.
dad keeps talking about how he wants to go to NYC for his birthday (it's the 9th, he'll be 52). i told him i'd go with him in a second. even this weekend, when i have a million things to do. i literally would pack at his command. christo does central park in feburary. and this would be a great way to bond with my dad. we're drifting in his old age. perhaps my perpetual fear he'll drop dead any day now is creating an awkward barrier between us. and god help me, i know three people my age with dead dads. and after reading les miserables and experiancing jean valjean's death, and watching dad hobble around............................................ sigh. i'm so fucking afraid of death. it's one of my few weaknesses.