people we meet...

I'm so lucky to have met such beautiful people in my short lifetime.

Good intentions aren't always the best.

I was reading an old friends online journal while listening to the Postal Service and thinking about the relationship I have with my mother and I just feel sad now.

Alone these three are poor choices but combined they could be very costly.

And I miss art. And being something. I guess that's what I'm going to school for, to be something.


I hope it works.
We'll see...

Conclusions? Not yet...

Hm...

I wish somebody loved me that much, bro...

it's kind of a speechless day

I know how you feel.

I hate when people say that...

I always loved this photo.

I'd like to make it into a set.

I'm not really sure what to say...

Looking through old pictures of friends from "former lives" makes me feel a little sad.

I dared her to run.

And she sure did...

I love my boy.

so I'll just be quiet...

Really, I just don't ever have anything interesting to say...