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i know what i can't save you from//updates
♠ my dear friend eliz bought me a bike [!! yeah seriously !] for graduation on monday, and i've been so overjoyed all week riding it around. i love looking at the houses near here in pleasant ridge, they're all so unique. i call one the mushroom house because its roof is nuts! totally nuts nutso. bike riding is the perfect midpoint between walking and driving because you get to really see all of the indiosyncrasies of houses, lawns, cracks in the sidewalk, garbage, and you also get to actually cover some serious distance [ok if you haul ass, which i'm not great at ! ha]. i love going undercover: hood up, headphones on [which thankfully pose as miniature/makeshift earmuffs to my slightly-chilly-wind-hating ears] totally bookin' it. yesterday s and i rode semi-matching cruisers and looked like total assholes. absolute assholes, really. yesterday, prior to overdrinking and throwing up and up and up, i rode mostly-drunk for the first time. bar to liquor store to home. what an asshole. i threw up curried chickpeas all over the myself and the hallway. i drank water this morning and it soon came flying out my nose. what a sick asshole. it's funny to be absolutely alone when you get sick like that. even though you wish so hard for that cold wet washcloth, it never comes. it gets easier.
♠ the job is great. seriously, i'm totally impressed. today we played iron and wine, elliott smith, the royal tennenbaums sndtrk, rilo kiley in the store. how very very pleasant.
♠ dear postal service [the namesake], you lose!
♠ i'm listening to these absolute assholes, kings of convenience. man! if you went to the show at the magic stick, you know what i'm talking about. we're done being friends if you don't agree.
♠ today, i don't know what i miss. i regret not being able to take a bike ride. today i miss very little. i miss jeanne in boston.
♠ my dear friend eliz bought me a bike [!! yeah seriously !] for graduation on monday, and i've been so overjoyed all week riding it around. i love looking at the houses near here in pleasant ridge, they're all so unique. i call one the mushroom house because its roof is nuts! totally nuts nutso. bike riding is the perfect midpoint between walking and driving because you get to really see all of the indiosyncrasies of houses, lawns, cracks in the sidewalk, garbage, and you also get to actually cover some serious distance [ok if you haul ass, which i'm not great at ! ha]. i love going undercover: hood up, headphones on [which thankfully pose as miniature/makeshift earmuffs to my slightly-chilly-wind-hating ears] totally bookin' it. yesterday s and i rode semi-matching cruisers and looked like total assholes. absolute assholes, really. yesterday, prior to overdrinking and throwing up and up and up, i rode mostly-drunk for the first time. bar to liquor store to home. what an asshole. i threw up curried chickpeas all over the myself and the hallway. i drank water this morning and it soon came flying out my nose. what a sick asshole. it's funny to be absolutely alone when you get sick like that. even though you wish so hard for that cold wet washcloth, it never comes. it gets easier.
♠ the job is great. seriously, i'm totally impressed. today we played iron and wine, elliott smith, the royal tennenbaums sndtrk, rilo kiley in the store. how very very pleasant.
♠ dear postal service [the namesake], you lose!
♠ i'm listening to these absolute assholes, kings of convenience. man! if you went to the show at the magic stick, you know what i'm talking about. we're done being friends if you don't agree.
♠ today, i don't know what i miss. i regret not being able to take a bike ride. today i miss very little. i miss jeanne in boston.