where is all my free time? where did it go? i guess i'm spending my time exactly how i want to be - but occasionally at the expense of punctuality, sleep, or studying... ah-well.
i was supposed to do a walk-through of my cottage today, but was told that the only available time was at 4 this afternoon, even though i made the appointment to do it at noon almost a week and a half ago. i was irritated. i had invited my parents into town so they could see my new place, and given the boy the boot out of my bed FAR earlier than i would have liked.
things with the boy are incredible. there's little i can do to stop myself from informing everyone that there's no way they can think they know what it feels like to love someone until they feel exactly what i'm feeling right now. it's complete and perfect and terrifying and consuming. i'm enjoying every minute of it.
i'm so fucking sappy.
i've been taking in a lot of bob dylan lately. a little blonde on blonde, a little blood on the tracks. but last night it was beastie boys and nick cave. not my regular night-time music, but i needed to stay motivated to work on more packing. it's going so slowly. i eased it down slowly with some coldplay, to cocteau twins, then crawling into bed to sigur ros.
sarah- any news on a plane ticket? get on it, ho!
(i'll be your man-poison)
i was supposed to do a walk-through of my cottage today, but was told that the only available time was at 4 this afternoon, even though i made the appointment to do it at noon almost a week and a half ago. i was irritated. i had invited my parents into town so they could see my new place, and given the boy the boot out of my bed FAR earlier than i would have liked.
things with the boy are incredible. there's little i can do to stop myself from informing everyone that there's no way they can think they know what it feels like to love someone until they feel exactly what i'm feeling right now. it's complete and perfect and terrifying and consuming. i'm enjoying every minute of it.
i'm so fucking sappy.
i've been taking in a lot of bob dylan lately. a little blonde on blonde, a little blood on the tracks. but last night it was beastie boys and nick cave. not my regular night-time music, but i needed to stay motivated to work on more packing. it's going so slowly. i eased it down slowly with some coldplay, to cocteau twins, then crawling into bed to sigur ros.
sarah- any news on a plane ticket? get on it, ho!
(i'll be your man-poison)
you ARE my man poison. i've been laughing all day. the song is in my head as we speak...