This song.
Sometimes I see photos of Vermont Studio Center in my Facebook feed, uploaded by people I've never met who are currently there, and I hide those photos.
After this whole reissue business, I've changed my tattoo-I'll-never-get: it's an outline of an a ankylosaurus, inside of the left arm, below the crook of the elbow. If I ever do intravenous drugs, it will look as if I'm just giving the dinosaur his medicine.
This album.
I dreamed that my neighbors adopted grizzly bear cubs.
I am a little in love with one of my classes this semester.
It has been months and I am still listening to this song.
On Saturday, two new friends and I went to Savannah and ate Thai food and made fun of each other in Target and went to a reading, and then we came back to town and drank a pint. When I came home, I was too grateful to sleep.
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