TABBY IS FOR SURE MOVING DOWN HERE!!!!!
EXCLAMATION POINTS!!!

Hopefully this summer will be a good one. Grandma's/Duluth 6/19-6-21, TC Pride 6/27 & 28, Wisconsin cabin/trailer vacation w/Jonathon and his dad 7/10-7/14, (hopefully!) Camp Trans massage gig with Jen first week of August, graduation 8/15!

Whoosh.
Important stuff later.

So apparently either the ridiculously fantastic summer weather has got me all distracted, or else the stress has finally melted my brain into one big squishy pile of Suck, because I am finding it extremely difficult to focus long enough to write decent paragraphs (or, indeed anything more elaborate than lists). Therefore, I give you..."Interesting ( Read more... )

Total Casualties From This Weekend's Camping Trip:
-A bad sunburn
-1 tipped canoe
-A very soggy and dirty sleeping bag
-Tired muscles from so much swimming/dragging a canoe underwater
-Loads of bug bites!
-Scraped up feet (I went barefoot the whole time)
-Wet clothes

Also I stayed up until 3 in the morning to clean my room, and it's still not

She was my sunny day. She was the one who turned the roses red and the grasses green, and she was the one whose waves slithered cold up my sandy shore.

And now she blew away.

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On Friday Wolfhound had a fire to celebrate high school being over forever. There were like 3297548945784 billion people and it was fantastic. Afterwards Pine Marten drove Kingfisher back to Lioness' while I stuck my head and shoulders out the passenger window ( Read more... )

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The sky breathes:
in out one two
and the summer believes it.
Footprints filling with mud,
sand grinding away between fingertips and
under eyelids,
gauzes of water-dropped spiderwebs clinging
stretch/tearing like tissue over dry lips.

There is always the bonfire.Accordion folds, prefrontal cortex of incendiary neurons ( Read more... )

Tree-climbing barefoot, illegal beach bonfires, sexy shirtless guys, one-legged seagulls: today was my first taste of my last summer. I smell like woodsmoke and I have a bloody scrape on my ankle and my stomach is full of rotisserie chicken and fruit juice.

(Also I have finally saved enough money to get my first pair of tattoos! Way psyched.)

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