May 16, 2005


I'm back at home. Yes, home.

Long story short:
Heart and I tried living together this summer. It lasted less than 48 hours.

There's a really big blog post coming, but I'm just not up for it at the moment.

Right now I wish I were four years old so I could climb up on someone's lap and tell them all my problems, and everthing could be solved with a cookie and a bandaid.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.