
it's 9 in the morning. if only i woke up this time every day. i mean, i suppose i do for class, but i'm saying i wish i voluntarily woke up at this hour. there's a certain something about the morning that i most certainly fancy.
maxine is making it especially hard to type. she's licking me and harassing the kitties and smelling my coffee. i absolutely adore her. you can tell her wooliness is starting to form. german shepherds are quite dazzling. i'm listening to a banjo right now and maxine is cocking her head back and forth, marveled that sound is coming out of my lap.
i feel a longing. i don't have longings for people often, so when they do occur, it takes me by surprise how much my heart can hurt.
my tattoo is in the peeling stage. i've been taking impeccable care of it, and now my dead skin is flaking off like corn husks. nasty, right? the color underneath is brilliant. this is definitely a sammy tattoo.
my thoughts are scattered, as it is apparent through the amount of paragraphs.
i'm ready to go back to dallas.
PLAYLIST FOR TODAY:
henry mancini - lujon
pet shop boys - what have i done to deserve this?
la roux - i'm not your toy
phillip glass - etude no. 2
the bird and the bee - tonight you belong to me
freedom tickler - hot tub
the outrunners - mirror shades
hauschka - brooklyn
hear hums - cerebellum
future islands - vireo's eye
beach house - white moon
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