so the story goes

today i rode my bike and drank tea and taught some people about screenplays.

yesterday i worked happy hour and learned some stuff.  

and when it comes down to it, at the base of everything, 

it's just that i simply can't believe it.  

sometimes

all to myself
i think of you.

day

people learn things the hard way. for example: i should probably pay more attention to my water bill.

but that's frivolous in comparison to a lot of things that we all learn all the time. because we fuck up all the time. it's true.

this explains a lot.

and as a result, sometimes you just need a good, quiet afternoon to yourself and a pbr, perhaps.

i wrote this the other night: "the comma's best friend is the semicolon because it's everything a comma is and more."

excuse me.

girl out

today i'm wearing red lipstick and reading trashy magazines and watching america's next top model. feels good.

on another note, dear baton rouge, i'm tired of you.

i've gotten in this routine where i leave town atleast once a month. having said that, i'm due for a trip. somebody scoop me up and take me there.