Sometimes I think I’m a complicated person, with unpredictable thoughts and emotions. When I stop thinking of myself as some mysterious character in a novel, I realize how false that is. Right now I’m parked on my couch with a book and a beer, listening to Ryan Adams and thinking about having a second go at that bowl of guacamole I made before I clean my apartment. I wear my heart on my sleeve and my life is filled with simple pleasures. I don’t think that’s such a bad place to be.
September 5, 2008...7:50 pm
This ain’t the easy way down
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September 5, 2008 at 10:24 pm
You know what you need to do as a simple pleasure to make me happy? Read and act on my last email.
September 8, 2008 at 7:11 pm
We are alike in ways we often don’t realize.
September 9, 2008 at 9:13 am
not a bad place at all!