I start school tomorrow. Last year, finally, and I cannot wait to break out of there with a hard-earned B.S. in Biology and Geobiology. I also bought the cheapest textbook I will ever buy in my entire life for $0.06, but the shipping was $3.99, still the cheapest textbook ever, though. Also, I’m trying to transition to blogspot because I can post bigger pictures there. Just testing it out, though. Follow me thaarrr.http://hawnfawn.blogspot.com
Mean Planes & Taylor Gangs - Brenton Duvall
I could never live here, she remembered thinking. This city was magnanimous, it was fast and effervescent, vibrant and memorable, but it wasn’t home. It never felt like it, even though she’d tried fervently to make it so. She tolerated the unpleasantries: the way the fog was always engulfing the city, the violent cold that could easily freeze you to the bones, the stomach-lurching hills, and the outstretched miles it required to travel from place to place. She endured it for years, but today, with a sliver of sunlight breaking through the murk, enough was enough. She vowed to take herself far from this place and plant her roots somewhere viable.
I didn’t have a picture of James, so I used one of Carline and Georgie Porgie. A year ago, today, we drove to your house at the stroke of midnight, quietly wished you a happy 21st birthday, and sat in your living room watching proudly as you drank your first alcoholic beverage. That night, we laughed as Felicia kept icing you with Smirnoff’s she so graciously (and magically) pulled out of her giant ass purse. Then, we raced out of that hot-pot restaurant when we found out you projectile vomited in their washroom. But that was after the chef came and had a few shots with
you Felicia. I think your alcohol tolerance has increased from then to now. Happy birthday, friend - you are terrific when you’re drunk and incoherently singing to Fiddy Cent.