for breakfast i had chocolate chip cookies and milk.

im such an adult.

yesterday, as i was driving, i had my windows down, as did the car next to me. the guy was rocking out to some heavy metal, trasher music stuff.

and i swear the song opened up with "west illinois... west illinois... west illinois" all loud and angry and fast like.

that made me hear the rest of the song, for the brief duration we were together at the stop light, as something akin to "west illinois, but it's alright, we've still got out bands and our fans, west illinois."

i should take a shower.

and eat more cookies.

and a sandwich.

and more cookies.

i had a dream last night i was driving from the backseat of my car. i havent had a dream like that in a while.

it's coming up on a week since i've talked to emily.

sometimes i'm really angry.

sometimes in the shower i remember touching her neck and it aches inside and i punch the wall.

this could turn out to be a bad summer.

or i'll just move to boston and live with the girl.