7.30.09

dearest cousins, i know you already know, but i thought i would reiterate. i love you.

7.29.09

first thought: sometimes i miss you so much i forget to breathe.
second thought: let the wild rumpus start.

7.28.09

today, it occurred to me that perhaps, i have not moved forward at all. i am still waiting.

7.27.09

dearest brigid, i love our nightly chats.


today was rough, for no particular reason. yesterday, they were drunk and talking about post-modernism and how the quality of each day is measured by the day before. perhaps the quality of each day is dependent on the expectations you have for it. someday, i'll elaborate on everything i think.

7.26.09

beyonce summer is coming to a close. but that is exactly what it is to me, the summer of beyonce.

7.25.09

i love my summer friends and my always friends. a lot.

7.24.09

we are growing up and we are learning it is tough. tougher, perhaps, than we thought.