we open our hands.

Lime water punched me in the face today.
It tastes so good that I wish it was all I could drink. I am so, so very bourgeois sometimes.
I have embarked on creating an extravagant gift. I love creating gifts.

Sam, if you read this. I think about you often. I miss you and your family.

I've felt like blogging less lately. I really haven't updated any of the sites that I routinely contribute to.

I want spring to come. I need a job. It's not as dark as it used to be. But I want cigarettes and polaroids in summer, without the cost.

I want nothing but to put out my hand. with nothing to offer. and for you to take it.

I pray Him come.