here we are, here we go. the first text my mother has ever sent. ever sent to me and it reads:
"I...I might live"
and i smile for a minute and then realize i'm doomed if i ever drunk text her at 3 am. which is what i'm known for. 

today at the pawn shop i bought 15 movies and 5 seasons of Dexter all for $50 and i couldn't be more proud.

starting to floss every single day plus clenching your teeth in your sleep makes for a painful combination let me tell ya


also, i've always enjoyed black nail polish but now that i have short proper-type of hair i feel like i need to always wear it to give myself a little bit of an edge

Here we go - time for baby steps.

y'know how it goes when your alarm goes off early in the morning and your sneaky, subconscious, conniving mind runs through each and every possible option (ie, skipping class, skipping shower, etc.) to keep you in bed just a bit longer?
this morning i could not think of even one reason.
so, i got up. at 4:51 a.m.
and i'm headed home.

i get restless
and there's my to-do list
but i ignore that
and grab the scissors
and chop my hair

that's a monday night.