December 2010
14 posts
Hey, Kids.
Happy New Year. Now off to work. See you in 2011.
“Or all things—
cold throat of this bright morning,
those three stray dogs,...”
– Joe Wilkins “Sunrise from a Bench on Esplanade”
Tell Me Tumblr:
What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?
I Feel Like a Grown-Up
I didn’t update my social networking sights on christmas. Fuck yeah.
Oh Hey, Christmas. You Seem Early.
So I’ll be spending Christmas with my mother and Aidan and a pack of cigarettes and my guitar and pretty much myself. This year has flown by. I just want to get to Columbia. Please January 10th, get here. I need you.
I just hope these next few weeks are going to be good. please. be good.
And now that I’m done bawwing i’m going to go snake some more brandy.
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you, and you’re standing in the doorway.
I’m Just Going To Sleep For Awhile Now, okay?
Must Listen List: Sad Song Edition.
This is what i’ve been listening to:
“First Impressions” Julia Nunes. This is a sad-song staple for me.
“Slow Dancing” Lucero. Also, because I like to cry my eyes out, apparently.
“Falling Slowly” The Swell Season. Because I’m a masochist.
“Crush’d” Say Anything. This isn’t a sad song. but man, it gets me worse than any of...
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love...”
– Bob Marley | Submitted by: themeanderingbs (via quote-book) (via lightningstrucktower) (via lightningstrucktower) (via kingscr0ss) (via essayarray)
Just A Little Bit
Remember that time you walked up two flights of stairs with twelve Bordeaux glasses in one hand, while you carried a pitcher of water in the other? Or that time when you had to swing around the old Charleston Lady with the fake pearls and tried not to lose the tray you were holding, the one loaded with water glasses, high balls, plates, forks and napkins, whose entire balance depended on your...
I'd Write a Long, Well-Thought Out Post
but I just worked a double and have another one tomorrow. So I’m going to bed.
