Tim Kasher, I want to be the first to thank you on behalf of all of us heart broken women. Your voice is going to pull me through, I can't stomach another conor break down in which I listen to the howls for hours sobbing into a pillow. Your execution of the pen to the page is with much tact and honesty. Every whisper on black out is a breath I can relate to.
Sincerely, Tati-Ana Brissett
In other news, the rain in Boston is inside of my bones along with the cold. I can torture myself like no other, not to sound depressing or overtly emotional. In all honesty, I need to be cold before I can appreciate the warmth.
I just wish after that hour with jeff I felt any more better. I just keep tearing up and I mean it's true what those lyrics say, crying in the rain so no one can see. No one knew I was crying, not one person. No one cries in the morning. I mean think about it, how many times do you wake up and feel this failing sorrow?
honestly, I wanna go home, I wanna be dry, I wanna be loved and held close.
I've got some shit to get straight.
ewFACTOR
Crocs, what can you really say about them that hasnt been said about port-o-potties, just shitty. I dont get how wearing plastic is 'hot' especially since its hot as hell on the ground now that its summer, all of you fearless croc wearers think about the climate you are subjecting your feet to? Those things look flimsy to me, not at all stable for walking to the corner store let alone, school or shit, across some hot tar. All I am really trying to say here is crocs are wrong, climate wise, fashion wise, socially and economically. Use half of that money towards some payless shoes and you probably have enough left over to by some grub, pay your rent, check out a movie, play some air hockey at an arcade and loan some gas money to your babys cousins sister.
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