tessacrat.

in response to the late-night inquiry of "am i being closed-minded" for tuning out repubs?
am i being one of them? she asked me.

dems discuss. repubs make excuses.
dems argue with compassion, to make this world better for everyone. that's everyone, not just people like them. and that's the world, not just america.
republicans argue to save face.

so, the answer is no. might i add, tessa? you must remember that you are a special breed of democrat. you are a minnesota democrat, making you a dfl-er. your new "friends" in new york can't touch that.

use this one on 'em next time it comes up:
from Sims's Frontline
"why would i waste a mile in your crooked footsteps?"

rain, rain, go away.

it's been 8 days.
8 days! 8 days! 8 days! eight days! EIGHT DAYS!
eight days since i have seen the sun.
eight days of rain.

this summer thing is on my list. it's slacking, and we are not friends anymore.

i ripped my pants on a rocking horse.

apparently it's still my birthday. i love this week.
i arrived at work today to find an adorable little strawberry shortcake sitting on my desk. it is glorious!
really, strawberry shortcake was the only think i could think of that i wanted for my birthday and didn't get.
you know, that and a million dollars.
but i was spoiled rotten by my friends, my family, and some people who barely even knew me. well i know them now.
and i thank them whole-heartedly.



but i'm not gonna hug you or anything. . .that's awkward.

i promised poetry.

but poetry would be far too kind a description for the events that took place this weekend.

i tried to put into words the sights, the sounds, the feelings, the people, the places, the air, the food, the drink.
oh god. . .the drink.
it was all a blur.
my photos even seem too kind a depiction of the things my eyes remember seeing.



my last peek at the white light moon before dipping into a tunnel underground.
then glances exchanged in the blackness, the empty void of reflections missed.
the feather light feeling in my stomach as i climbed the stairs in an open-air stadium with a million other people.
sitting on a barstool, the unfamiliar laughter seeping from my own gut.
the apex.
the quiet complaints, the innocent moments of memories recalled.
and i find myself craving more.


katie and i are moving to chicago. i decided.

the sun rises in chicago

sometimes i drink.
i drink to celebrate.
and then i forget to go to sleep because i drank too much.

in chicago.
and it's awesome.

i can't help myself.

the most beautiful thing in the world.

right in front of my eyes,
but so hopelessly out of reach.

birthday resolutions

alright, i thought i had something to say about how to change my life for the better upon turning 23.

i don't.

instead, all i can say is that i am fucking excited to be spending the weekend in chicago with my little sister.
until then, of course, i have work to do.


and oops. i hope i didn't screw anything up. seriously, oops. and i mean that in more than one way.