night of the dingo: 2007

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

I miss Elena. I realized that every time I see the scar on my hand I will think about the day she died. It didn't occur to me until yesterday which I find a little strange. Maybe it was because sometimes my scar is darker and itchier than others and yesterday was a particularly dark and itchy day.
I can't wait for summer and swimming and (hopefully!) camping and traveling,
I can't get no satisfaction.

my favorite thing from sxsw

Monday, February 19, 2007

mom and me

Friday, February 16, 2007

fridays are bogus sometimes

I came home tonight expecting to go have dinner with some friends and maybe a do a little karaoke, although I think I would probably just watch rather than participate. I don't feel like drinking since I puked at 4 in the morning the other day, and kararoke really requires a drink or two or more.

Anyhow, I ended up eating chilli cheese fries and a corn dog with my old man and then video chatting with my friends the Murillos instead. I'm going to hang out with them in Olympia tomorrow night and then on Sunday we're going to Centralia and/or Shelton and probably do some sewing since Kim has a surger and knows how to use it. I have some shitty pants that I'm going to see if I can take in as a test run. We always have a good time with those dudes but Matt is going surfing early so we won't see him til the Coolouts show at the Brotherhoos later that evening.

I saw a lame bumper sticker today: NO TOLERANCE FOR TORTURE. Wow, that's really going out on a limb.

Took a xanax...maybe I will go out to Bush Gardens after all....