January 2009
7 posts
today the sunshine coming through the picture window in the living room feels exactly like summer. kelsey and i took a nap on the couches, calling it a divine intervention laying down. if we fell asleep, it was meant to be. it was.
i woke up feeling better. healthier. after work this morning, today has meant me not talking to anyone but her, and hiding from music and words for a little while. i...
my life, right now:
i’m trying to do, like, basic high school algebra for my basic, non-major astronomy class, and i can’t. it’s hard. i’m scared. as my highly articulate 15 year old brother would say, fuckmylife.
my fix: the last bottle of killian’s red out of the fridge in a pilsner glass and the who’s ‘tommy’ on youtube.
i gave this ‘woo...
Guys Wearing Argyle Socks.
sugerbuzz:
lfar:
tktc:
From Shmitten Kitten:
The argyle sock is a a bold fashion choice with immense payoff potential. If done well, it can transform an average guy from ho-hum to hot stud… there is something about the kind of guy who wears argyle socks that makes us sit up and take notice. He probably:
has a library card
can enjoy movies with subtitles in them
has neat penmanship
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this weekend trent and i braved week-long colds and eight inches of snow to spend the night in chicago. we were celebrating almost a year of FINALLY dating and the end of winter break. it was hurried and fast-paced. we spent the night walking around downtown, dancing to frank sinatra underneath that shiny bean and kissing in big, snowglobe snowflakes. we drank budlight from a 7/11 in a hotel room...
so last night i got a text from a girl who used to be one of my favorite people in monmouth. i mean, she’s kinda terrible, and she and i would not be champaign, illinois friends. just monmouth, illinois friends. she was good to me. one day, we got drunk on double shots of vodka before noon. this girl and i cashed a handle. i’m not lying. that’s the way it went. that’s the...
