roman holiday

i'm drinking my 4th glass of my mom's chablis at 5:30 a.m. unchilled. for no reason. well, for too many reasons... kinda like this blog hahaha i don't know what inspired this. typing is faster than writing, i guess. and maybe someone will read this and tell me interesting stuffs. probably not, but i like that idea, which i guess is enough.

august is almost here and i don't know where i'll be at the end of it. probably back in saratoga springs, probably a part-time student and not totally content, hopefully moving with more direction than i have now.

my dad just came downstairs to make coffee as i finished my last sip of wine. not a good sign.

so now i'm thinking...... fuck the dude who responds to a painfully awkward and unnecessary but overdue message with "<3"
fuck my rearview mirror for falling off
and fuck me for getting drunk when the sun comes up and not being able to fall asleep because it's so damn bright in my room!!!!!!!!

buttttttttttt thank you edwardsville curry donuts guy for thinking i'll be the first woman president and asking about what i'm reading and thank you jessica for letting me rant when you have plenty of your own ~dilemmas~ to rant about.

and thank you canada for being reasonable about your wine and giving me a destination. i wanna go to montreal before the summer ends. alone.