midwest
when i grow up i want to be a closing pitcher, is what i decided last night. and i'd have really badass entrance music, like that stockhausen helicopter thing. (it'd be played live.) everyone would fear me and i would pitch 140 miles per hour and i would save the game every time. i'd tuck my socks in, i'd chew bubblegum.
all the good stuff.
-yeh!
the mental state i am in right now. i'd pay good money to bring it back to new york. not in like a drug way, but in a wide open spaces, freshly cut grass smell, huge freaking suburban grocery stores, have the patience to sit and look out the window and do nothing sort of way. i've been bad about emails, i've tweeted perhaps once, and the above photos were only taken when i wasn't planted in front of the television watching game of thrones. i ran a 5k yesterday. it was fun and i might pretend that that's enough real exercise to get me through the week.
i woke up this morning and i asked myself "self, what do i need to do today?" and i responded, "nothing." it was the greatest. i think i'll go to the library.
-yeh!
