Running into you would be very nice right now, I think you'd like my little preppy outfit.  Although my feet do stink but when do they ever smell good?  In case you want a visual image, I'm wearing my Nikes, Abercrombie Sweater, and Khaki Cargo shorts (they're also from abercrombie, I know - I'm a baller!!).  I packed up my lunch this morning and thought of you.  It consists of Salad with turkey and sriracha, grapes, 2 turkey sands, pretzels, chips, water with lime, and granola bars.  My backpack is filled to the top and I feel like such a dork.  It just makes me think of you and how much you'd laugh (in a good way) at how funny I am (I'm funny right?!!).

i've had some amazing people share some amazing things with me, thanks.

i feel empty but like its not real. i feel i wont be able to handle this. i feel surprised how much I cried. i am crying. i will cry. I feel sad everytime i see a picture. I put away the pictures, letters, cards in my house. I bundled up his clothes and his guitar. my stomach hurts and my heart, early this morning, literally i think broke inhalf. i know thats not just a saying anymore. my heart is broken and i dont give a fuck who reads this because it doesn't matter. this is mine and i can say what i want. my mind feels high off too little air im breathing. also my phone fell in the toilet. but i think its working now. we dated for exactly 3 years, today is our 3 year anniversary but it we broke it off at about 4:30 this morning. i'm so so scared. i'm just floored and sad. i hope i do not hibernate, i hope i keep friends. please help me keep my friends.  everything is fucked and i can't think about anything without thinking about joe. its always been that way. wishing joe were there to share something with me. and now its done and we have to grow separately. i just hope i can grow, i hope i let myself grow in a way thats good for me. i cant believe i'm writing this. oh well, its my journal. if you read this, just bring it up to me. dont beat around the bush. good morning.

sup gf sup!

keke

that rock on overlook mountain

when he forged his character and his worldview

yes! yes!

Taller Than Trees from Joseph Mann on Vimeo.

lol

http://meandgoji.com

I just did this, and made my own cereal, and its being sent to me. But now I just realized how much I spent on MUESLI. Lordy lordy I got too excited.

I am Joe

Brother of Genevieve and Johanna

Who needs control, metal, peace

Who loves metal, friends, sarah

Who sees ryan adams, six parts seven, and stage dives

Who hates getting sidetracked, watching the opening act, driving

Who fears life after college, my future, hangovers

Who dreams of being in riff filled lands 24/7, the pacific northwest, peace

Who has found his girl

Resident of the pit

Huba

I am poems

I am Sarah

Sister of Amelia and Samuel
Who needs control, exercise, to vacuum
Who loves mornings, cocoa, Joe
Who sees the future, interesting sidewalks, the light reflecting on your face
Who hates pressure, diets, doctors
Who fears teaching the wrong things, being bad, gaining
Who dreams of making art in the morning, yogurt, living in NYC
Who has found poems of truth
Resident of my treehouse
Ruggieri

I am Sarah Ruggieri

I save my trash to make art.

I've touched a giraffe's nose.

I am very neat.

I shower daily.

I wear my dad's boots.

I put red with green and don't think of Christmas.

I hope people know who I am.

I want to stay the same.

I am Sarah Ruggieri.

(4 truths, 4 lies)

i wish i knew her

I am Paula Jones.

I am sixteen years old.
I ride wild stallions.
I collect foreign coins.
My sister has six fingers on her left hand.
My mother and I always get along.
Time has stood still for me.
An arsonist destroyed my home.
My father is a mole in the CIA.

I am Paula Jones.

from: here

Art by Richard Wentworth

lovely!