sick
June 26, 2009
I owe Millsaps $30 in library late fees.
A. the way things are going, they’ll probably get that book in August
B. Clinton Public Library always seems to wave my late fees.. always. because it’s only like a dime a day.
Millsaps get over yourself.
pound sign
June 19, 2009
Sleeping patterns are skewed, but my heart still clings to the night, where it’s okay to sit for hours in Kerry’s gazebo, feeling my hair conform to the humid and laughing about the way our trending topics (#indiekidsjackson) matter so little in the great scheme of the twitterverse. And there are drawings too, of each of us, and the plans we make. Questions at midnight to answer in crayon. What terrifies you most on this lovely day? It isn’t DMB or the second coming of Elliott Smith or another semester at college, but the slow realization that I may or may not be experiencing the last of the holy summers, where the sweltering months have a spirit and time of their own.
Just waiting on letters, now.
real time
June 15, 2009
Half-way through June already, and all I did today was reconnect with this keyboard and people watch at Chickfila for two hours. Maybe the single goal of my afternoon was to download Urban Outfitters’ latest 23 free songs, and maybe that’s okay, because the lemonade was dericious and the sun is still out, and will be for at least another hour. Hell yeah I had a good Monday. Running on reserve now.
Um, twitter?
