mood: shower request music: tilly and the wall

as of late:

bike shoes, ihop, hair straitener, walmart.

really ready for christmas. mmmhm.

a: c'est la vie!

b: la vie!

dear boy,

         every now and then i go and read peoples' old journal entries. when something is bugging me. when my fever is the worst. tonight it happened to be yours. tonight i remembered alot of good things that i have been thinking about all year. sleeping in the theatre, looking at old vinyl, me shivering all over, you running cold from the car, finding baskets, my killer dog, the couch and radio, the middle of the road. tonight i saw a picture of the girl who calls you her boyfriend, and how am i to know if that is true? i did not cry because i know she's not the one. i thought i would throw up.  it hurts to know i have to wait and witness while you have to eventually hurt again. i just hope that when you are left running through the rye, i will be able to catch you. i hope you will let me catch you. it's a long long fall.