this game, so timidly played, is beginning to grate ( Read more... )

whiskey and wonderfully-made whiskey drinks

cold beer outside on a warm day

biking to new places, usually far

biking in general

the sun!

the amazing portland food scene

meeting all kinds of new people!

figuring out how to live fairly comfortably on a reduced income

life, in general

fuck, fuck, fuck!

haha, it's awesome!

texts from last night

so i'm sure this is nothing new, but it's goddamn motherfucking holycocktastical good!

half asleep

segundoly, if you would like me to send you a REAL LIVE letter, send me your address at blurredline @ gmail. it will be exciting to learn what it's like to lick a stamp again.

hahahahaha hey ( Read more... )

to all the portland people, there is a party next week and you should come! get back to me if you want to go and i'll provide the details.

before i moved to portland, i would've never imagined that any time in the near future i'd be out at a dance night, actually dancing. i would've especially never imagined that i'd be out at a gay dance night, dancing, and having an awesome time to boot. it was geared more towards women than men, and there were initially only 2 or 3 other guys ( Read more... )

"The familiar 'maraschino' cherry originated several centuries ago in northeastern Italy and the neighboring Balkans, where the local marasca cherry was preserved in its own liqueur for winter eating. in the modern industrial version, light-fleshed varieties are bleached with sulfur dioxide and stored in brine until needed, then infused with sugar ( Read more... )

it was right before some kind of convocation. i didn't see my friends often, so opportunities like these allowed me to do so, and we gathered into a group and were about to take our seats when one of them, shaun, or maybe sean, asked me a question. it was unbelievable the way he asked me the question. this kid, who had shown me how if you formed ( Read more... )

as little as i believe in the beautiful ghost
i leave the door open for it.