I barely eat anything anymore. Johnny thinks I have a problem. "Well, who doesn't?" I said.

One of those movie moments, last night: sitting around, late at night, doing nothing, we decided to go on a spooky walk. It was true to it's name. Dan carried an old tape player that played scratchy nostalgic piano music - the type of music that would play in a flashback on a Lifetime movie.

We watched two people make out/begin to have sex in the stair hallway of a fraternity house. The four of us, by the stop sign, with the tape player, all looking into the window, mesmerized. Some people we knew walked by us. "Hey what's going o-- oh my god look at that!" and they joined our sidewalk crowd.

Also, for the record: Lexi burned me so bad as she was walking away. I haven't been had like that in years. And from a girl whose skirt was so short we could see the top of her legs, where they swoop in, you know?





Recently on repeat:
"When I accelerate, I remember why it's good to be alive."