I'm in Massachusettes. At Amherst College, Amherst MA.
Nights get cold but mornings have dew.

2:36 AM | McKain | url | #

I'm probably way out of the loop here but I'll ask Regis anyway....

....where the devil are you?

2:24 PM | Stef | url | #

It's been how long--a month or so--since I've had a computer of my own. Waiting in library lines for internet accesible machines got old quickly. The north of America--the cold falls, the rain that won't fucking last no matter how much it's wanted, the need for clothes I've only spoken of in indirect reference--this is something I'm not readily accepting. But the mountains right outside, fog swamped and graying in atmospheric perspective, those are the yeses, the big breaths of a shit morning with shitfaced classmates with smoke from their mouths burning my throat. The mountains are the gulps of shortlived rainfall. The mountains are music and touch without either, warmth in distant touch and cool in unsound.
Now I'm just getting lyrical and stupid, again. So much of me doesn't want to be here. I'm just digging for the gold beneath the rocks.

5:35 PM | McKain | url | #

Hi Dré :P

1:10 AM | Tracey | url | #

AYE!!! what's my name!!! DRE!!!!

1:00 PM | Xelent | url | #

Hahaha they're nice and shiny; so smooth, so new indeed! I rode em because I was frustrated and didn't want to stay there any longer. Blah.

No we're not getting older. Dammit. :P

2:24 AM | Tracey | url | #