Monday, September 1, 2008

I was wrong when I said things never work out right.

For the first time in about 3 years, I can say that I don't want summer to end.
This summer I got 5 new tattoos.
Today I saw my dad for like the first time when there wasn't 4 inches of glass inbetween us and he wasn't wearing an orange jumpsuit. For the first time ever, he looked old to me.
Im now microwaving old pancakes my mom made, so fucking good.
Everything does happen in August.