every now and then there's something little kid -exciting about staying up all night and going to bed when the sun comes up. i like to sit out on the porch on the ground with the cat and let my feet hang off the balcony while we watch the morning traffic together. everyone commuting to their morning things, and henry and i don't have any ( Read more... )

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here is a video i made last week, mostly of julie and our adventures during our trip to south padre island several weeks ago. it never fails to cheer me up. also our favorite of monsters and men song, "from finner"

sitting at zed's up north while julie plays a three hour set to my right, including breaks. a little thirsty goat drunk but trying to combat it with this amazing house coffee. she just clapped for herself by accident after finishing a song. you had to be there to get how adorable it was. she is charming the hell out of this patio. and it is really ( Read more... )

had a dream the other morning about the left side of my face disentigrating. i looked a little bit like that girl in girl interrupted that set her face on fire - what was her name? it would heal and it would get worse. sometimes the mirror lied. a strange and comforting sense that i'm still beautiful, and that looks aren't everything. i need to ( Read more... )

i wrote a poem today and i think i like it ( Read more... )

i really miss the good old days of this place. i give livejournal three dollars a month just out of loyalty, maybe too little too late, but the sentiment still stands.

not sure if i've mentioned it, but there's also this: whydobirds.neti've found several old friends and rekindled some good times, and i'm still searching for several. it's become ( Read more... )

something is going on. three cop cars just roared out of the apartment complex as i sit here alone on my porch with all of my old thoughts in the surprisingly cool weather smoking my third cigarette today. i just watched a really beautiful movie called obselidia about how nothing lasts, everything dies eventually unless someone loves it enough for ( Read more... )

i got up early this morning to take a shower and make a pot of coffee before maintenance turned the water off in the building to fix a leak in a pipe somewhere, and have since been going through years of journal entries in this thing; making memories meant for me private, and things i like the sound of that don't feel so private anymore public. it' ( Read more... )

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