Atl, hotlanta.

The drive from Tallahassee to Atlanta took about four hours. I'll edit and finish tmrw. I am falling asleep.

Tallahassee, part 1

I'm writing this post about Tallahassee now because if I don't it'll all eventually be lost to delirium and some other weird states of mind that come around as a result of alcohol and lack of sleep. We left Miami at five o'clock only to arrive at the OAF house at, I think, 12:30 am. The condition of the house isn't something I care to write about though I probably should considering it was some great material. I swallowed my incredibly large sense of personal hygiene and walked through. Seeing Miles was nice, of course. We kicked off the night with a handle of gin, The Village People's amazing rennaisaance vinyl, and a ton of hip hop. Eventually, after a few shots of absinthe (not by me) someone brought out a black light and black light paint. We I'm essence had a sort of rave, black light party without the rolls and without the acid. I can't remember conversations, but I do remember laying in bed with Miles to see that he really does sleep with my Polaroid by his bed. We couldn't fall asleep but eventually he did and I was left awake until early in the morning. I'm writing this from the Atlanta Hostel, i'm on the bottom bunk and I wish I had more blankets it's freezing.

I need to stretch my legs

Going away tomorrow, be back soon only to leave again.

It's nice to feel as if I've met someone I actually feel something for when compared to everyone else.
I wonder where we'll end up. Baby steps, baby steps.

I really love this picture despite who the silhouette belongs too. I've been writing a paper all day, though I ended up finding myself looking up strange articles on face transplants because Roly linked me to some Foxnews article talking about how deformed the lady that was attacked by her 200 pound chimp ended up.
My main question is: what the hell brings a person to buy a Chimp and then watch it grow to 200 pounds and expect the creature to be entirely peaceful throughout the duration of it's probably miserable life. I'm tired of these horror stories already. I understand that they're kind of cute growing up, kind of like babies but honestly I think chimpanzees and monkeys are so gross just like I think fifteen year olds are the devil's incarnation. Yes, I just compared full grown chimpanzees to teenagers! Anyway, I think this post is just about over.

I'll leave you all with a few lines from one of Robert Frost's lovely poems:

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Hangovers hurt more than they used to

I spent the weekend at the Fontainebleau Resort on the beach. I don't think I've had so much fun in a really long time. It was like a miniature vacation, that I really needed. I wish I had taken my camera, but of course I was lazy and didn't want to deal with having to lug it around all over the place. I'm really hungover and I'm going to pass out now, at least before Big Love starts.

Decisions

I'm not sure where I'll be going with this blog exactly, but I know I want it to be a separate entity from my previous attempts at blogging, but probably not. I suppose that's all, and I'll be updating this later today/tomorrow when I find something that truly interests me. Even though I wrote a short post on my Live Journal about the release of Carlos Alvarez from prison. Maybe, I'll post that tomorrow?