the future.

I am home.





And I am fucking bummed.

not gonna make it to dinosaur land. bummed.

traveling alone is lonely. traveling with someone is frustrating. ready for home.

looking forward to looking back.

I sincerely hope this trip makes me into a better, more patient, thoughtful, focused person and not a total asshole.

because honestly, it could go either way.

and now for something completely different.

I woke up screaming, from a dream
I had to save you
a mess of hot tears and soft eyes
the same black cloud in a new white dress
you pressed your chest against my forearm
pleading
I leaned in to listen
but I was ripped away
saw you recede into grey static
black bangs and pink cheeks swaying in the breeze
and I was at year zero
we were spitting songs at the lamplight
under the fruit tree time forgot
I will be your way, your heart, your drum beat
forget me not

paranoid android.

things are falling apart. I am coming home soon.

you can even bring your baby.

last night in paris. solid trip. headed to prague tomorrow. I can't wait for low prices and youth hostels full of friendly people and computers that actually work and not sweating for 8 hours every night while I am desperately trying to sleep.

in unrelated sad bastard news, disco 2000 by pulp came on at the bar kaitlin and I were at tonight and I got bummed out because it reminds me of someone I used to know. sad trombone.

it comes and it goes.

26. not nearly as bummed out as I was two hours ago. gonna make an awesome day out of my last day in paris tomorrow.

call for the captain ashore.

seriously tired. seriously homesick. turning 26 in 26 minutes. can't get ahold of my girlfriend. desperately trying to keep my head above water.

I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.

grimple sorghum

paris is awesome. not the city of love, perchance, but definitely the city of amazing long walks and skinny women in high heels. I reckon I am walking between 6 and 10 miles a day. I feel so good.

all of the drinks are expensive and sold cold. I've seen the ugly american in me coming out a little bit in the past couple of days. kinda bums me out.

speaking of bumming me out, I can't find a place that sells phonecards (outside of the hellish tenderloin single residence hotel masquerading as a youth hostel, which is a story for another time) so if my girlfriend is reading this, I apologize profusely for not calling you.

and I saw a macaron the size of a donut for 2 euros!