hello. it is summer. i have no money and i can't stop listening to the blow.



i'm driving up to massachusetts next week to visit this girl i like. she forgets to charge her cell phone a lot, but it's okay.

i'm making mix tapes and mix cds galore. everyone wants one. it gives me something to do other than overdose on NPR podcasts and season 2 of this american life, the TV show. continuing crush on Ira Glass.



I don't want to knit anything. It's weird. This never happens.