I just moved into my new home and, as expected, it was extremely stressful. Lots of cigawigs were smoked.
Currently, I have no desk or bed or floor lamp which leaves me kind of at a loss as to where I should place my belongings. I made several makeshift shelves with the crates and in the process sliced my thumb with the “Ice Cold Beer” sign that used to hang in the Lighthouse living room. Then I proceeded to spill dirt from one of my plants onto my carpet, near my pillow. Needless to say, today has not been smoov.
The last time I had a stressful move you were there to help me, so…I guess I miss you or something.
"Poor kid!? He should use lip balm or something. It’s not science or anything."
— Ce, apparently still upset over a bad kiss from 10 years ago. (via itsnevertoolatte)
You’ve been busy today socializing and grocery shopping. Despite having your daily life updates in my pocket, your absence seems to be finally sinking in as I find myself fill the void that was your company with episodes of the Legend of Korra and time patiently spent in front of my stovetop, waiting for my eggs to cook instead of burn.
I would like to also mention that sociology has been rubbing in how systematically beautiful Sweden is. I am happy that you are in a country much more humane and generally caring for its people, especially compared to America.
Anyway, miss you. I’m going on a ciggy break.
I write here to you, to be more personal, on such a public forum. I hope you’re doing fine. I am. Sorta. Jet Lag is getting to me. But I think it will be ok soon. I miss you. Take care. Ce