dear full time job:

please spare me energy for the times we're not together. 
i dont like you all that much,
 and i fear you're going to steal my all of my sap again this year. 

really.

its 3:40 in the morn...
why are my neighbors packing their car with fishing poles and bait? ( i mean, other than the fishing part )


i guess.... WHY AM I NOT FISHING NOW????????


please come back

kituo.

mara kwa mara (from time to time)


some things, when they make no sense, can be better understood through another language. 
here's a preview:


jua. thelugi. kaimono o shit-tai no desu ga. 
yez-deet vehr-hohm. zeh ee em ah.


xo

different in . . .

whats the word?
bon soir
sittin there. 
im ok. 
where shall i meet you?
of course i would like to.
just early eve or the whole thing?
just in case you forgot the awesomeness.
i know you're busy.
sen-i-orita. 
sen-i-orita. 
im ok. 
sen-i-orita. 
how ya?
im ok. 
sen-i-orita. 

ahahahahaaaaa.... ET FOONEY

aw. um. ya.

it feels quite alien, as do i. 

they're mine now

i found a set of negatives at an antique store in chicago. this is one. 

at some point, the images from my ever growing collection of photos are going to be solid memories. 

like its just me behind the camera...taking pictures of the people and places i love. 

and...i do love them

what

its rough.
missing somebody who misses somebody else.
its good. its confusing and stressful. but its good.
its lonely, but if you're somewhere... how can you be any place else?