before you read this post, go to the window and look outside.
if you can't see something beautiful, move.
today was a good day. usually i judge this based on how tired i am when the sun goes down.
if i'm not tired, then i've been doing something wrong.
i'm fucking tired.
spent all morning running around with Pops grabbin' stuff for my apartment.
things are looking good.
next week will be my last week before i move into my beautifully wood-paneled apartment.
i know there are some people who are reading this who might want to see me before i leave.
i want to see you too.
but you need to call me and make a date, because if i don't plan my schedule right now, nothing will get done.
sometimes i feel like Акакий Акакиевич Башмачкин. i feel like someday someone will come and take away everything that i care about. and then i will become a ghost.
today i don't feel like that.
tomorrow will be laundry all day, and maybe i'll make a little trip to see my other swedish cousin.
cumster.
connecticut has a sort of desperate charm to it.
a radioshack next to a marshalls.
three pizza places on the same street.
banks that go out of business and are replaced by dunkin donuts/baskin robbins combos.
give us some credit, we made pathetic into a passion.
-Jizzy T
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