My wishes are sincere...

I miss her. A lot. I mean, I knew I cared for her quite a bit and I know I still do but I didn't expect this to hit me now. I'm actually counting the days until I get to see her again.

28 Days. 28 Days Later she'll be in my arms. My best friend will be at my side and the ying to my yang will be living in a house with me making sure I keep my mind on the prize which is Life. A lot of my friends aren't coming back next semester but I have the three most important ones still.

My roommate / travel partner / partner in crime, Austin, is all of that. He listens to my rants, he listens to my raves. Gives me a completely different outlook on life.

My sunshine lady / best friend / psychologist, Danielle. She's the positive outlook in my life that helps me keep faith in humanity. While Austin would be the opposite side of a black & white cookie to me, Danielle would be a ying yang, mixing in certain parts. Despite our completely different ways of life and structure we click really well.

My I don't know what words to use to describe her but she makes me smile in ways no one else can, Kathy. She's in Chicago right now having the time of her life, road tripping from East Coast to Central Coast. Oh yes, I said Central Coast and just, I can't get her out of my mind. D:
I just miss looking in her big blue eyes every morning and arguing over all the dumb little things in life that don't matter and tickling her while yelling "PEE YOURSELF."


You're stale champagne and I'm a bottle of 1940 French Red Wine. You might think I'm full of class, value and warmth but I'm actually just a metaphor for a white flag.

Where have all the bubbles gone?

I'm a Tsunami and I'm here for the children. I hope Bowie's band gets big and they actually use that line/lyric. If they don't give me credit, I won't care because I'll still say everytime I hear it on the radio, "I told them to use that."

Kittens. Kittens. Kittens.

I don't get why you're acting that way, so just give up, surrender and we won't murder your mother.

I'm going to be a singer in a folk band one day, you'll see and when the day comes and my music is being downloaded illegally, I'll point to you and say "Good sir, what did I tell you all those years ago?! I'm now up on this stage, singing and playing my soul and throat out while you sit in the stands, humming along and taking notes for your music blog. I'll remember to read whatever you write and reply, I was right, you were wrong and in a world filled of opinions, it's the ones with the microphones that come out on top."

I burned down your favorite willow tree. The one we made love under for the first time. You can have the ashes if you want.

Pull the shades down, I don't want the light getting into our coffin. When the humans come to put the steak in my heart, tell them my blood already dried up.

I take my coffee black. Black like my soul or the tires on your truck. If you want we can go down to the local water hole and drink our shame to the grave.

Come on now, you know I didn't mean it. All I meant to do was show you another outlook and way of life. So what if it means burning all your possesions and family?

The friends of Jesus all went out to drink in the honor of their savior. Unfortunately, they pre-gamed, forgot to call Judas and blamed it all on Jesus's doing. Well, I think you know how that ended.

Avi!

Ev-a! Ev-a!

Do you have anything to declare?

Yeah, don't go to England.

Sneaky fuckin' Russian.


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Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.

Ok, GO!

I want you to know once this is all said and done, we'll move out to the country where we can start a family. We'll have two boys, one girl. Or maybe two girls, one boy. Okay fine, we'll have one boy, one girl.

Stop pulling my hair.

Scientists in the hall. Monkeys in a cage. Runaway train. Passenger Escorts. Purple October. Purple November. Bronze December.

Flamingo May
Lime June
Orange July
Forged August

Frosted January
Strawberry Cream February
Monkey March

No one likes Monkey March.

Nonsense April

Plain White Canvas

There once was a Cowboy. There once was a Camel. They hung out all the time. One day Cowboy said to Camel, "I have an idea. Let's convince others to do what we do." Camel immediately agreed but said, "Let's come up with a name for it first!" "How about Peer Pressure?!" "I love it, all the cool kids will be doing it."

Carbonated Seas bubble too much.