I AM GOING TO BLEACH HALF OF MY HAIR AND DYE THE OTHER HALF BLACK AND GET A MONROE AND A LOTUS SLEEVE AND WEAR UGLY OLD DRESSES THAT FIT FUNNY AND GLASSES THAT MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A BUG AND MAYBE EVEN SOME SLIP ON SHOES WITH POLKA DOTS SO THAT I CAN BE AN INDIVIDUAL, TOO.

No, but seriously. I'm good.

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Someone tell my heart to get out of my fucking throat and back to where it belongs.

This can't be right.

“And it’s like, girls, you know? They’re this whole seperate, I don’t know, creature. They think life will be all right with a new summer- a little tan, new shades and a cute bikini. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, or even wrong. Us guys act hardcore all winter, with our big boots and thick skin. But, secretly we’re all waiting for the same thing ( Read more... )

Approximately 11:30 am, location: Emerald Square in North Attleboro. Figured I'd look around a few places to find cute pants for work. I make my way around the hoards of old people and parents with their whining kids. I forget why I thought this was a good idea ( Read more... )

I bought a coffee and drove to Borders instead of going to class. I don't even dislike that class, I just went with the impulse and don't particularly regret it. I was in one of those moods where I was in my own space, not paying attention to anything around me, totally content in sitting sideways in a leather chair. Read parts of a couple books, ( Read more... )

I'm fucking tired of MySpace and Facebook sometimes, you know? We're all so impersonal.

I miss emails with personality and depth. I miss real letters and phone calls and long voicemails. I miss hearing stupid stories about people's day.

That's all.

And I know- State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road.
If I don't know where I come from, how do I know where to go?
It's not where you're from, not where you're at. It's where you're going.


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Plane landed at about eight am. Weather is really, really nice. Going through the day on zero sleep means I'm pretty much the living dead. But, hey, I'm pretty much okay with that ( Read more... )