I miss the summer of beatboxing to Matisyahu while intoxicated and lost at 4am. The summer of unemployment, bellydancing, coffee dates. The summer we brought back the French press and MarioKart. Roadtrips and camping and Bonnaroo. The summer I gracefully tripped on my ass in front of an entire bar. The summer of water gun fights at Shilito. I miss Lexington, The Dame, Common Grounds, Rakadu. But mostly, I miss the friends that made it the summer it was...the summer of hippies, coffee and good music.

MIA

Been gone for a while. Sortof got a life. Go figure! A life I pretty much hate...well, all save the boy...and the location...and the roommate, so basically all I really hate is the job, and were I working less than fifty-five hours a week it might not be so bad, but I do hate it. But I miss posting. So hopefully I can pick up where I left off. Maybe.