June 2012
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The sound of the wind at our apartment is really quite lovely.
ain't even tryin to give a fuck about even tryin...
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First Father’s Day without my grandpa, and my grandma made meatloaf “because it was his favorite”. I sat on my couch, watching TV with my mom, and ate it really slow and tried to think of his voice saying “Steffy!” from the other end of the table.
Some nights I’m just too tired to go to sleep.
Mom: Next time you go to a thrift store get me any Bob Marley t-shirts, or TuPac.
Me: ...
Today is not easy for me. I try not to let anything consume me enough to dictate whether or not I leave my room, but maybe I need this. Scarlett commented on the fact that I don’t cry when bad things happen, I just cry at “sentimental stuff”. She’s right, save for when my sister called me to tell me my grandpa had passed away. I sat on the bathroom floor at work and sobbed....
Father’s Day to me is like Valentine’s Day to single people.
It’s also the 6th anniversary of losing Becka.
Killing two birds with one Sunday.
This weekend has been so uneventful, but kind of really awesome. Coming off of the tail high of Radiohead, I’ve needed to cooooooool out. Yesterday I woke up a flat tire, so that was a bummer, but I got a day off of work. Scarlett and I went to some place on Valley Road that only sells disgusting fat sandwiches named after 90s nickelodeon characters (Fat Donkey Lips, Fat Pete, Fat Heffer...
Radiohead.
I’ve been hemming and hawing about writing how much last night meant to me, or just typing that one single word. I’ve decided on a bit of the former. I thank the music gods for giving me an older brother and sister to kind of nudge me into Radiohead, and since I was in grammar school, they’ve been more or less my favorite band. They are one of those bands to me that...
Hi! I’m alive! Just getting settled in to the new apartment and trying to decorate every inch of it. Pictures soon!
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