27 June 2005 [1:52pm]
Playlist: Mourning MaxwellI had nearly forgotten how fun pseudo joy rides in the country side are. Sunsets are gorgoeus. I guess we've got the pollution to thank for the colors. Oh that cerulean color. See, something good does come out of something bad.
I need something, or someone to believe in. I've got to find something to hold on too. I'm going about this in all the wrong ways. Oh yeah, and I need to cry, but I forget how the eye ducts work. Seriously. I'm too cold, even for me. My own concepts and self abiding philosphies, scratch that and fuck it. I'm breaking myself, I'm starting anew. Peeling the callous off, bitches.
I start at Borders tomorrow. I'm excited. This is the part time job I've been wanting since I was 16. Now I've got it. (See, I've got aspirations.)
Bloody knuckles, they're finally healing.
Sugarloaf today, maybe. I've never been.
Postscript: It's heartwarming when patients I haven't seen in nearly two years still remember me. I'm coming into my third summer as a volunteer. The corpsmen come and go, and I just keep coming back. Yeah, I'm a loser.
Postpostscript: I miss last summer and all those kids. God Bless where ever they are now, especially Matt & Powder.
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