it is my real birthday today, i'm young, i'm nineteen. yeah i'm nineteen 19 999999teeeeeennnnn teeeeen not 22 i'm still a teenager yeah teenager teenager teenager not even twenty. don't know anything, haven't been through anything, don't know anyone, so naive, innocent, ignorant. young! alive! and ready to curl up in this comforter next to this space heater and sleep off the next 10 years and skip over the part where you talk into my disappointed ears. because i'd rather nap. anyway i can do what i want. i was 18 yesterday. eighteen! that is so young! remember yesterday! when i was 18! ugh, shut up!
sleeping now. watch this. chris conley being great when he was so young! probably eighteen! probably twelve maybe!
ps list of things that i miss and will be missing harder in the coming weeks:
monicque
the gronseths
collin
carly
bike rides
kashi
loree
moms jokes
dads laughs
poor richards pizza with tomato and avocado swap
my blanket
food in general
pikes peak smiling
not being alone
blah blah blah
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my morning jacket did there last album up on pike peaks. they wrote and recorded it between colorado springs and a ranch up around pikes.
you really should have hung out with them.
Happy Birthday! I miss you too!!!
ps. I replied to your comment on my blog, read it!
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