Well fuck I am in my new room and Michael Maire is passed out on the futon down the other end of my floor and I am having an emotional breakdown because I have to clean my dumbass room out tomorrow and this really is it, down to the wire and then I go to Last Thursday, the last Last Thursday I have up in NE.
Its the summer. Cute sing alongs to american football. Takin’ shirts off to impress the ladies. Shreddin’ skateboards in our childhood towns. Playing basements. The cops showed up. Thats okay. Everyone left when I started anyway. On the high way get a text that says meet us in graceland in 20 minutes. Brodowns. Know no bounds. HONESTLY. There is no where else Id rather be.
Finally the moment has come where I am incredibly self-conscious about going to Don Pancho’s because I have been there every day for the past two weeks, almost twice a day every time, but I am moving soon so that’s my excuse.
I cannot wait to live in a house where I am not so anxious to be around my roommates that I can make myself meals unlimited like I use to.