this semester's mantra

EYE ON THE PRIZE.
EYE ON THE PRIZE.
EYE ON THE PRIZE.

VP's Honor Roll. Next up, PRESIDENT'S honor roll. 3.8 you are mine.

We got married. We got married because that's what we were supposed to do. (Right?) (Right?) There it all was, laid out before us. The whole plan and all that was needed was to follow the directions. God, you fucked it all up, didn't you? It was a left at that light. (A left, you fucking idiot). I guess we can make up for lost time by speeding.

Well fuck, we totally missed the point.

Right?

the bad old days

I know what you want from me.
I can see you watching from way over there.
I know your kind. I know your type. Too bad for you I've got them on my side.




I think I'm in love. It's been a year. I hope this isn't 0 for 3.

for better or for worse

i've been too busy experiencing life to be reflecting on it.


everyone is a photographer these days.