hey, why don't you write real entries anymore?

[unorthodox]

i was cleaning my parents' bathroom a few minutes ago. i had greetings from michigan blaring from their overpriced bose wave-thing alarm clock because my dad is home early and practicing his guitar playing and his amp obviously goes to eleven. they also mourn those who do not wear black started to play.

i sat on the edge of their broken jacuzzi and sobbed for about three minutes. that song added to the love and generosity of my friends solely got me through fall's month-long hurricane evacuation extravaganza.

i owe a lot of people more than gratitude and feel insanely cheap because that's all i have.