February 2011
Abbey, calm me.
Sometimes because you had an exciting life before me, it makes me feel like a baby. You and your friends get to talk about all the things you did, like streaking and stuff, and my friends and I get to talk about how we play Silly Sentences in a basement. And this feeling brings up so many other feelings (resentment, longing, blah blah). It makes me feel awful [there’s reasons for that - but...
This tea is drying out my mouth. How is this possible?
This essay isn’t going to write itself.
But I sure as hell wish it would.
Ugh.
Dad: Sarah! This woman's name is Eureka Nutt!
Me: What?!
Dad: Yeah, that's her name. [silence] She's from California, of course. West coast.
So many thoughts swirling through my head. I want to tell you them, but I don’t want to start something. Not that they’re bad, I can just see how they can .. start something. This post is probably going to though.
/stupidity
January 2011
Reblog if you're going to have a totally awesome...
sleepwalkingg:
Like a G6 vs KIDS
SHIT.
You’re so cute.
