when i look at you it's like sunday morning.
the most perfect sunday morning.
with coffee, pajama pants, and the best nothing there is.

i'll never be able to think about them the same way again.

i have acquired one handle of jameson.

this next week is either going to be blissfully ignorant or infinitely worse.

i'm hoping for the former.

i don't know.
i just don't.
i don't know what to do

with myself
my life
i don't know what to do
and it's killing me.

I'm at work and desperately trying to avoid doing a paper that i desperately need to be writing ( Read more... )

I don't feel like doing the home work that really isn't even homework so I'm writing in this old thing instead ( Read more... )

I need a hair cut ( Read more... )

I just helped to clean a dog sprayed by a skunk ( Read more... )

On the car ride home I put in the only APC album I have bothered to familiarize myself with. I had forgotten how in love with that album I was at one point and it was nice to listen to it again ( Read more... )

Last night in the middle of watching Caddy Shack Sean and I decided to go get icecream. Conveniently Sean remembered that they serve icecream at Crystal Falls ( Read more... )

I got home from the dentist this morning and Sean says, "Guess what I did today?"

"What?"

"You need to keep the 26th of September open because I bought us tickets to go see Aerosmith and Motley Crue."

I am SOOO excited. Words cannot express.

::cue shit eating grin::
i love my boyfriend...almost as much as i love Aerosmith.