peach iced tea...

is my favorite beverage this week.

diet coke with lemon doesn't come close.

if you take the garbage out barefoot, the smokin' neighbors will pause from taking a drag from their cigarettes in order to catcall. ew.

if you pour smoke-smell getter-outer down the vents, it will kind of work.

how many days can you go without showering? unknown. and i might just be wanting to find out...

i'm not an alcoholic. but there's something for me in the AA meetings as an addict of a different variety. all i know, is that sitting in a smoke filled room, surrounded by people at least ten or fifteen years my senior, i felt acceptance for the first time in a long time. i felt a little hope. a little heartbreak. and beyond honored to sit and hear stories of people like me, people who are simply trying. 

 

i'm missing Elder Mitchell Brown. he's in canada on a mission. i should probably send the kid a letter. we spent a lot of time making artwork, he and i.

church with James, my bestest, was definitely good for my soul yesterday. even though the tomato basil ravioli should not have been mixed with cream of potato at the linger-longer.

there is nothing sexier than a teddy bear in a sweater vest. 

i know, sometimes you get carried away with how deep i am, how wise, how inspired. and then i talk about my Wallice bear and you're reminded that i'm six. it's whate'er.