What is there to say? It's like when a friend asks "How are you?" / "What's up?" / "How's it going?" after you haven't seen them for months. Where do you even begin ( Read more... )

stealing daffodils ( Read more... )

so let us
write c'est la vie in
pink chalk down the highways of the world
it will probably rain that morning, just before rush hour
and we will say
c'est la vie
but still get
really fuckin' pissed off.

four point ohhhhhhh yeah. :)

went to florida this weekend with dan, courtesy of the free jetblue tickets he, myself and most of my dorm won last year. i love jetblue. obviously, i lost the only important documentation they gave us to redeem the tickets (even though i had it TAPED to my wall so that i wouldn't)...but i called them and they were lovely and helped me out. so ( Read more... )

( i think i made you up inside my head )

NO. i am not cold. i am not stressed out. i am not nervous. i will probably tell you that i am because it's a lot easier than telling you i have klippelwahteverrr. ugh. I HAVE A NECK PROBLEM. if you want to make small talk, please stick to the fucking weather.

nothing is wrong.
and as i
    say the words i want to
punch a hole through
the sky or your face
or my heart, or
this
 brick
  wall

and scream like
tarzan or
whitman or
a 3 month old

but there are
not enough hours in the day
to waste
with love and
sadness, i need
to read
for class
and blow dry my
     hair

so we say it
will be better in
the morning and
it
it usually ( Read more... )

"Do I contradict myself ( Read more... )

my poor cousin sam... he's been in iraq for a while. thursday, my mom says she remembers seeing something about 6 guys blown up in a truck there. my aunt sara called today to tell her that sam was in the truck, and was the only one who surivived. he pulled two others out (and is being given a purple heart), but the one who survived is in critical ( Read more... )