i hate to keep saying this...

but things are so. busy.

i hardly have time to clean my room/car/dishes, or work on grad applications, or be crafty; so when i'm not sending emails/going to class/working/going to meetings/drinking beers, i'm trying to do all those other things.

it's good though! i am happy and productive. i'm doing things i care about. i'm in love with cleveland and my roommates and my million jobs and professors and everything else.

it's good.


she got
jumper cable lips
she got
sunset on her breath
i inhaled just a
little bit
now i got no fear of death.