last night I took the back roads to my parents' house. Forget yoga, meditation, tranquilizers, therapy, or liquor. There's nothing more relaxing and mind-settling than a long drive through the cornfields with the windows down and the lyrics "found myself face down in the ditch, booze in my hair, blood on my lips, picture of you holding a picture of me in the pocket of my blue jeans" ringing in your ears.
the world smelled like soybeans and burning leaves and I've not felt that good in weeks.
- chellebird
- I was the first member of my family to be in the local paper for an athletic feat. I'm a nerd working to get in touch with my inner athlete. I'll let you know how it goes.
2 comments:
hey you! where's the pictures and more writing and stuff!?!? :0)
it's waiting until santa buys me a laptop!!!! gah.
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