she can't save my life from Europe

(and he can't keep me sane from Africa)

four months without my regular dose of perspective and Queen/Journey/Elton/etc. singalongs

(what the hell am I going to do without you both?)

only I can force me to be me when my two greatest inspirations flee the continent.

Today in class, we were discussing types of stages, and that led to Dane Cook, which (somehow somehow who cares how funniest thing everrrrrr) led to one of the hockey players describing to Drew, in detail, the meaning of 'the shocker.'

I know no one understands exactly how funny that is, but I need to remember it forever.

my brain doesn't slow down. ever. everever.
I am still as awake (and as completely batshit crazy) as ever in my head, but I can feel exhaustion in my arms and my toes, around my ears and in the back of my throat. Don't ask why those are the places that feel the tired, I believe I already mentioned the thing about being completely batshit insane ( Read more... )

So, just as I'm thinking, "Damn, I wish someone had seen that, because when someone sees you make an ass of yourself, it's hilarious, but if nobody bears witness, it's just a bruised tailbone and a sore wrist," I hear Dan Morris' voice over my shoulder asking if I'm okay, because, yeah, he saw that.

excellent.

warning: the sidewalks are very

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my 'brother-in-law' > hundreds of strangers

these people mean everything.

tonight I cried for the first time in nearly five months - five months that included the hardest goodbye I've ever said

I've never been happier.

tikkun olam.

I gathered my courage, and found my fears confirmed.

I don't know if it will ever recover.
But I know that I will.

I used the word 'slut' at the breakfast table. In the presence of Patrick Kelehan.

happy birthday mooeybusterbrother

in two years
(two years, at least)
what can change?

the leaf shadows are burned into the ground
who knows when we'll see beauty like this again?
my safest place
I'm afraid to go, for fear it's been destroyed
the gale winds blowing
and I'm blown away

my thursday mornings lack passion