I'm tired and I'm going to bed.

When I wake up I'll bike to the post office to get a stamp and mail the postcard I got at the college photography exhibition to Calgary.

I hope the rain stops. I hope you come home.

lately, i am starry-eyed

Tonight we're watching Amelie and maybe doing that puzzle we found at that second hand store in the basement of the church on Elgin.

he has been gone for like a day and a half and already i'm like yesss it is so boss that he is coming home tomorrow. there's some stuff i want to do RIGHT NOW and then there's stuff i want to do in a few days, and really there's just stuff i want to do and i have so much to write about but i never have the time to sit and write about it, and i have ( Read more... )

it's two in the morning and i've been alternating between The Hills, Laguna Beach and reading a collection of Anne Sexton's poetry- all while mindlessly tooling around on the internet. somehow, the following thought entered my brain for a brief, but hilarious instant.

has anyone ever written seriously heartfelt poetry involving the internet?

I LOST MY IPOD AND I AM VERY UPSET ABOUT IT.

i'm too tired to think.
we stayed up too late, and woke up too early.
i like him. it's... nice.

things are nice.

i'll write something real in a bit. i have so much to say but i am too tired for words.

I've never used the letters q, u, k, z or x to begin a subject line.

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so i missed my bus to the t dot this morning, so it's now eight thirty and i'm going to take the nine thirty bus instead.

stoked!

oh, it's all fucked up.