goosebumps and vodka.

I spent the last two days taking time off from my mind, my body and everything that revolves around the two. Sometimes an extra pair of tits is all a girl really needs around.
I don't think I've enjoyed beer or poker as much as I have over the past couple of days.

I've finally managed to have my sense of self back on track; and you come barging in-again.

"that was not cool"
"what?"

oh, I'm sorry you didn't have a flying clue. Well, it's to late now, I've already made the transition.

you're old news.


I have a "date" today.
I don't know yet if he's legit, but I'm kind of really extremely tremendously excited for it.
he's a walking, talking piece of art and it intimidates me. crossing my fingers is the best I can do as of now!


also,
Passion Pit - Manners: it can't stop. it won't stop. and now it's on Curve 94.3
STEREO!!!
barf.

"I take scuba diving lessons because I'm afraid of water."

Last night was about a lot of different things. It was about staring from a far; it hits you. I really had nothing to loose;

"do you recognize me!?"
"I sure do!"

the truth begins to unveil itself. why can't I be as interesting as you!?

"can we talk sometime?"
"I thought you'd never ask,"

oh and those jeans really do look good on you, so come back anytime. please.
if you forget my number, you know where to find me.

also?
two words: Steve Boyd.

I'm so relieved I still got it.
also, my people > your people. blow me.
speaking of people, my m&m's: you both deserve endless hugs and kisses, because you're both actually phenomenal.

today I am VERY jazzed on life....

I'm still choking on my own mistakes; I feel so sorry for you.
because I've always had everything;
but that grin, that uneasy posture, the different shades of your two sided freckled face; all this will slither through everything knowing what could have, what should have.
I guess it's the nine pound hammer.

I will lay here until London.

can I just say one thing? :

Okay, I'm getting a little bored of this routine. It's draining, and I work to hard to be taken advantage of. I almost, no, I made a huge mistake the other day and I felt all my insides rapidly caving in when those five words came out of my mouth.
regurgitate regurgitate regurgitate!!!

I should be good though, Europe is soon. That's 14 days away from you, that's 14 days I have to finally drop this nonsense.

Debbie downer is going to take off for a few; sorry guys.

adorable!

"did you look at the itinerary? I stapled it to the inside of your jacket"

ah! this looks so cute.

the clocks ticking.

I had a dream it was winter last night; I woke up with frost on my eyes.


I just want my wooden floors and narrow stairs-REAL BAD.

artificial endorphins

Eager to feel that city vibe, it only took about 2.5 seconds to want to regurgitate all of it only to do it again.

the deflated air mattress, the dirt, the smiles, the people, the inebriation, the green monster, the dragon, the nudity, the competition, the dancing, the bare feet, the new friends, the laughs, the glow sticks, the music, the cold, the warm, the mid-afternoon naps, the morning beers, the double rainbow and even the fucking out houses.


you can make fun of it, you can hate it but I don't care what you say. It was my escape from the norm. It's like that yearly Mexico trip you take in Spring break, or that yearly fishing trip with the boys or the cabin getaways; only it involves so much love, spirit and creativity that you'll experience serious withdrawal.

Maybe it's from all the artificial endorphins I've been pumping into my body all weekend but...

I'm really sad it's over.


360 days until Folk Fest.