Move, bitch.

So tonight was fun.
This afternoon Kat and I hung out and tanned by her pool (much needed). And then I was home packing because I leave for Cape Cod on Monday when Kate calls me. She wants to know if I want to go out and get coffee. (Am I breathing?)

After we got out mocha latte half-caf half-skim no fat what's-her-fuck shit, we drove around a bit. Kate is quite the opposite driver as Chris. She pretends to be all bad-ass with her rap music blarring (Move, bitch. Get out the way, get out the way) and AC/DC's "Back in Black." But she goes the speed limit or a little above it and is only agressive when it comes to cursing or flipping people off.

We drove around until we got lost and then until we got bored. So we just came back here. Now I'm exhausted but hyped up on caffeine so there's not going to be much sleep tonight.

Tomorrow is Ash's graduation party down the shore. I'm happy and I'm sad.
I don't know if I can say goodbye to her, not yet.

When I went to your town on the wide open shore,
Oh I must confess, I was drawn,
I was drawn to the ocean.
I thought it spoke to me,
It said, "Look at us,
We're not churches, not schools,
Not skating ponds, swimming pools.
We have lost people, haven't we though?"
That's what the ocean can know of a body.
That's when I came back to town,
This town is a song about you.
The ones that can know you so well
Are the ones that can swallow you whole.
I have a good and I have an evil.
I thought the ocean,
The ocean thought nothing.
You are the welcoming back from the ocean.
But the ocean can't come to this town.
This town is a song about you.
You dont know how lucky you are.
You dont know how much I adore you.

Currently Listening: "Chop 'em Down" by Matisyahu
Currently Reading: "The Kiss" by Kathryn Harrison
Current mood: Ants crawling behind my eyes (is that a mood?)

p.s. (I like parentheses tonight!)