one of my friends that i graduated with invited me to her wedding in September and i’ve decided i’m going to buy a suit. i’m so excited. i’m thinking either navy or some shade of grey. i’m leaning more toward navy but everyone who i’ve been asking has said grey.
*to the tune of day-o* come mr. fed-ex man, deliver me my candles
there’s this guy that goes to the comedy show who looks like young morrissey just by his facial structure and features, but he wears glasses just like morrissey’s and does his hair the same way and it makes me so fucking mad every time i see him. i don’t even know why. i don’t even like morrissey any deeper than surface level. it just makes me mad that he knows and tries.
my boy roommates moving around woke me up this morning, and my half-asleep brain kept thinking of the word “albatross” and was like just repeating it over and over and over so i was struggling to get my mind to think “google albatross when you wake up” and then kept repeating that same thing every time i woke up after that so that i would remember when i finally woke up for real. i was somehow able to remember, so i googled albatross when i woke up and it’s apparently a sea bird that to my knowledge i have never seen or heard of before so i don’t know why the fuck i even knew that word or was thinking of it
JOFFREY JUST THREW COINS AT FUCKING JÓNSI
i got sidetracked with moving out and then i was afraid my roommates would hear me talking cause noise travels in this house (no carpet, all wood floors) and i’m shy about it. and also i guess i stopped caring cause i felt like no one else did
like damn if i ever knew where i’d be now. i thought things would be a lot different. we’re rounding out to the end of may, summer, people coming home from school. it’s hard not to think about dates and count days that round up to months. to compare the time with and without. i’m spellbound on an afterglow that i can barely grasp.
did i ever talk about the nightmare i had this week that my girl roommate got mad that i didn’t take out our bathroom trash and thus put all of her used pads and pad wrappers in my top drawer where i keep my boxers. damn