checkin in

just checkin in. life is pretty damn good. enjoying my summer hard.

DIRT.

I am drawn to dirt.
How many times do I need to be facedown in the mud before I get up, rinse off, and say "good riddance"? I did always like getting my hands dirty, but it's time to clean up my act.

oh home sweeeeet home.

433 wilson ave ; being home, cat blankets, 1.25 $ tall cans, breakfast foods, lacking a bed and sharing a bed with 3 other people still, cold feet, unlimited fresh coffee, being around my bed friends, yellow bed room, having two bathrooms, still lacking a bike, rainy weather, finally having a HOME.

i have a amazing apartment in bushwick with my best friends. life is good.

mom

my beautiful mother when she was 21.

summer please please please.

ah, i'm back in new york. apartment hunting and running around. i feel as if my friends have been thinned out. i somewhat feel like an outsider. i'll get used to it. it's been rainy and dark...it's kind of nice although all i can think about is getting an apartment, wearing cut offs, having nate in new york city, flowing dresses, endless cigarettes, riding bikes everywhere, hangout outside on stoops and roofs. please...just make it summer already.

home is when ever im with you.

lately;

ah, i just made a french press of fresh speeder and earls coffee and i'm smoking a camel light sitting on a dirty porch in burlington, vermont. i've been here for quite some time and i'm not sure if i'm taking a step backwards being here or moving forward. i feel like i can finally think although i've been moving around like a slug while my brain is exploding with ideas. i need these trips to vermont or else i go insane in new york. i miss new york lots. i miss my friends mostly. i sometimes just cant deal.