Oh man * *

I fucking love it when I discover music that’s been flailing around my hard drive for years, almost entirely untouched, like a time bomb of amazing.

There are like 4 songs off this album I want to put on a mix.  Or listen to over and over while sobbing in the corner.

That’s fine, I was done trying to be good.

Sidenote: DW’s sick, we were gonna have dinner tonight, he’s too sick, he pushed out of me what was wrong on the phone.  Said i was over it, which felt true at the moment, but in retrospect, not so much. He couldn’t really respond because he’s sick, probably wouldn’t have anyway since his answer was "ok" and "i don’t know what else to say."

then:  "sorry i didn’t contact you when i said i would."

it’s fine, go away, i have better shit to do

EDIT: Oh man.  Text I just sent to Austin:

"My landlord showed up while I was outside smoking, and she’s got a piece of wood sticking out the passenger window, but it has a child’s hoodie pulled over it as though she is toting around, AND DRESSING, a wooden child, and I am way too high for this."

(because he’s one of the few people I know won’t judge me for my "too high" stories)