I'm moving to Chicago, 800 miles from everything I love. If you are interested, you can follow it here, but I really don't expect anyone to read this.

Gah.

When you miss someone, no matter how irrationally, you tend to do stupid things.

I tend to put my foot in my mouth. You’d think by now I’d enjoy the taste, instead of regretting half the things that come out of my mouth. Apparently, if you ever need to fuck something up, I’m your man.

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