i am feeling grumpier than ever and thinking about how nice it would be to fall in love and get the fuck out of olympia. i'm stuck in a worm hole where all i do is read comic books and go running and eat candy and wish things were different. there. a little insight into some seriously boring plod-of-time-shit to pour into the internet ether.

hi oliver! sorry, i guess this is a little gross, but i don't think anyone reads this blog but you. i miss you, brother. i kind of want to talk on the phone, but i'd much rather just hang out. how about you come and visit me again? we can climb mt. rainier or mt. st. helens if that'll get you here. or you could send me a letter.