**72 days**

And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go
-neutral milk hotel/king of carrot flowers pt1-


Oh god what a prick. My ex just called asking to use my SG account. Ummmm... no. Why?
1. he's not the one paying for it
2. he will go through all of my messages and comments and journals and it's none of his fucking business
3. he doesn't deserve it
4. no one on here would like him
5. i offered to let him use it long ago and only now is he thinking of it
6. what was the last considerate thing he did for me?

Fuck that.

So today: I went for a 2 hour walk/jog with my friend. We got hit on/honked at. I got sunburned. I drank 8 cups of coffee. I took all of the posters off of my ceiling. I fed my neighbor's dog. I went to a class. Oh, and I also got a bug bite. How on Earth hat happened I do not know because I always wear jeans, long sleeves and a jacket. Always. But somehow a little bugger managed to get in and nip me on my hip. Little bastard.
Interesting. Most I've done in a while, and needless to say it was quite fun. My room is an even bigger disaster and I need to figure out how to hang up these pictures that I have that are to heavy for the hooks in my wall. Whatever.
Tomorrow I have planned to take my neighbor's dog (which I am taking care of while they are one vacation) for a long. ass. run. My lazy bum needs to get out of the house and get moving again. I am also going to seriously clean my room and get as much done as I possibly can. Break is almost over and I can't work in a disaster zone when school starts again. Other than that, I have absolutely nothing to do.
The end.
xoxoxo

p.s. goodbye friend.