One for the road.

I'm convinced far too many people are bullshit. And I guess when you finally come right out and tell them they are bullshit, they end up yearning for you even more. Part of me knows it's one of those "I can't handle you not liking me" situations.. another, more vain and self-absorbed (yet altogether oblivious) part of me wishes it was what it seems to be. Wishes it was as simple as "you don't know what you got 'til it's gone". Rather exhausting, if you ask me. But for some reason, for some fucked up reason, I love hearing "sorry". Maybe it's due to months and months lacking apologies, who knows.

My stomach is hurting over the new Death Cab for Cutie album. (In a good, great way). It makes me want to make memories that I will reminisce over when I replay song after song.

I went with Ian to watch him get tattooed by Erich. It was nice spending time with two of the most down to earth guys I know. Entertaining, genuine conversation immersed us for 3 hours. It felt comforting.

I've been sleeping about 15 hours a day. What is wrong with me?