Saturday

I FOUND THIS TODAY:
"DAP and anderson university and ghosts in graveyards and myspace blogs and Aaron Hubbard's house (where he probably murdered his parents) and Devin and Shannon and pot and puking and realizing that true love isn't always practical or easy or that the fairytale is sometimes only evident to two people and realizing that maybe it's better that way.

i waited for you at the airport and my palms were sweaty and i hugged him and i touched your hand in my car.
i laughed.
you drank and we looked at each other through windows and i followed you and we listened to further seems forever and everything was ironic and smelled like a drunken mess and nothing was simple."