Curiously, the back of a taxicab traveling away from the downtown bar scene and towards this home that I’ve made for myself on the outskirts (more friends, more beer, more frozen convenience store pizza) ended up being the perfect place to begin a new year. We had no countdown or confetti, but I still got to kiss Julz at midnight—not a bad deal, at all.
I go by my initials.
I like ampersands and semicolons and libraries and notebooks and trains and bathtubs and photographs and Post-it notes and chin-ups and piggy backs and Saltines and skim milk and harmonicas and corduroys and steak and soup spoons and rain boots and headbands and sunglasses and tutus and, especially, knee socks.
Posts tagged here's to a fresh new year
Jan1
