Wednesday, December 9, 2009

the remains of summer memories.

Sometimes in the morning, I get on a train that goes all the way to the airport. And some days, I think about just staying on that train, going to the airport, throwing down my credit card and squeaking "gimmie a ticket to ANYWHERE BUT HERE!"

But then I remember that that's crazy and irresponsible, and that's not who I'm supposed to be anymore.