the best thing about tomorrow is that it is always tomorrow.

remember that time i said i would update soon and then didn't?
sorry.

being home is nice: finally hanging with aaron and ryan again, along with the rest of the gang. i'm biking nearly everywhere, spending half the week painting houses, and that's about it. i hadn't made art since the end of the semester up until last night, which was weird, and even last night it was just some big writing on big newsprint paper that's now hanging on my wall, c'est la vie. it was nice nonetheless.
so yes, i'm happy being home, but i do miss people in baltimore of course. jenna sent me her awesome book about having eight thousand six-hundred and sixty holes in her finger tips, and i was happy.



wolf just started playing fetch with me. he's so fucking awesome.
i was going to put more ffffound things up here, but i'm such a cynic and i feel like for every one picture that i actually like, there are hundreds that make me say "grow the fuck up you hipster-in-love." is that bad? like this vomitorium, which is kind of cute but also mostly disgusting. there's one thing i read where it said something like, "i knew that i would love you when i found out we had the same favorite brand of sketchbooks," .... ? congratulations, you both know about moleskin journals, they're not that special.
you know?
how about a poem.

needing someone to
write notes and letters to
needing someone to
wake up next to and
kiss goodnight and cook food
for and needing someone
who needs someone
needing someone who knows
what can be done and should be done
and will never do what ought
not be done and needing someone
with the grace of a tsunami
and who doesn't mind being
open to the world i'm
waiting for you you're side
of the bed is made and empty