red letter day

Dressed to be left, indeed. Perpetual let-downs are wearing me out. I want to quit the internet and everyone that I know. Anywhere but here with anyone but you.

"I need a new crowd."

god only knows that I've tried

Watch the mercury rise. I want to cut all my hair off again and wear bermudas and tank tops for the rest of the summer. "They will talk..." Let them talk. Too bad you can't play baseball with imaginary friends. (Ghost man on third?) The 7:30 sky was magical tonight. Watching fireworks is like hitting the pause button on life. Soundtrack to tonight's bath: "Sleepwalker" on repeat. I think I'm going to climb Buckingham Fountain this week (with or without you).

"and maybe I'm crazy but lightning might strike me tonight"

"a trail for the devil to erase"

Employed x 2. It was an evening of easy celebration. Shopping, dinner, movie, bike ride. After a day of interaction with the world I always need to recharge with a few solid hours of silence in a dimly lit room. Think think think.

Not so proud of what's in my head lately. (You wouldn't know it from the way I sling it around on the internet.) I've always loved the idea of "revisionist history". Makes me want to re-read A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius even though I'm not sure I even liked it the first time around.

I'll say it too, but you've got to go first.

Let the daylight in

Woke up to a Jack's Mannequin morning. Made a tasty breakfast. Got all prettied up. Evening out with the roommate. Got an interview. Spent too much money. Shared a sundae. Made plans with the best friend.

Today was a great day.

They happen often, I just forget to tell you about them.

better than fine

Let's throw caution to the wind for a moment and just be happy.

Made my mark beside some x's this evening. Secured a place to lay my head for the next 12 calendar pages. I can't help but feel that I'm on the edge of something big.

5am bedtimes are getting the best of me. Racking up the miles on the pedal-powered Buick. Trying to keep my head above the clouds.

the back porch poets and the parking lot gods

Losing the last of the first burn of the season. Can't help but feel that it's a bit symbolic.

Most of my trips home have lost their charm pretty quickly but this last one was hard to end. I really am lucky to have such an incredible family. I miss too much while I'm away.

"I never knew that about you." Rich words, considering that everything that you know about me can be gathered from a social networking website. I know that you don't think of me as a person with any depth or intelligence, but you could try not to act so surprised when your expectations don't match reality. You really were my worst mistake.

I should have been in bed hours ago. The internet brings out the worst in me.