i have no more hair.
bloody hell, it's about time.

my ride home from work last night didn't show cause he fell asleep.

it's time for two cars again. seriously.

everytime i visit the cape, it become more and more apparent to me that it is where i belong.

accomplished so far today:

- coffee
- two pairs of shoes purchased on the internet
- ferry reservation for swans island made

i've been awake for five hours, so that list really isn't anything impressive.

i threw up some scans on squareshots.

recently i got into flickr, and i'm enjoying it quite a bit.

the newest issue of redefine magazine has a polaroid of mine in it. the magazine is sold at (barf!) barnes & noble.

my house is a mess,
but i am sitting at the desk.
i need to get off my ass and get in motion. i need coffee and bacon, STAT.

tonight, queen bees with camilla.
tomorrow, work, then zipping down to the cape for a brief and well-deserved respite... i will be home in time for work on monday.

chug chug chugging along.

the ocean tried to swallow me whole yesterday, but i fought back.

in regards to most things, my advice to myself would be to

shit
or get off the pot.


yesterday was an enjoyable day.
today is quiet with a nature soundtrack and my own company.
tomorrow i will be in the ocean.

i'm trying to find my footing, trying not to pout so much.

it seems i have no time for anything these days.

summer doesn't feel like summer, except for the humidity.

fat trees
get you nowhere
fast

we walked into wendy's, and i walked right back out.

what a terrible fucking smell.

my mom brought my phone to the bookstore today. she told me that i couldn't be carless AND phoneless. i suppose she is right.

i am trying to remain positive, to keep my chin up, blah blah blah, but i can't help feeling like a puppet on a string that is being manipulated by an evil hand.

my mom came to visit today. we took the cats for their shots, went to the thrift score (MANY good finds! she paid!) and had sandwiches and beer for lunch. it was a fun day, and when she left, i realized that i left my cellphone in her car. OOPS.

there's always something, you know.

tomorrow is day one of my 8-day work week. i had requested next weekend off for an event that has since been cancelled, so i am working 8 days straight and will have a whole weekend off, but it will be a weekend that chris will be working. our schedules conflict SO MUCH. it's getting to be a little ridiculous. how are we to do any fun summer things if we can't get a day off together?

i am frustrated.

how is it that some people can afford to not work full-time jobs? not work 40+ hours a week? what am i doing wrong? i feel like i am missing out on the fun part of life. i go to work, i come home, sleep. do it again. i'm tired of this. i want to say HEY LET'S GO CAMPING and then actually go camping. i want to go to the cape for more than a night. i want vacation. I WANT VACATION. i know i am whining, but fuck man. we both deserve a break right now, and there doesn't seem to be one in sight.


whatever. if you need me, just come to the bookstore. i will be there until next friday.