i can see matt lindstrom from the window

Going home for the weekend sucks.
Literally sucks.
Because its nothing like my actual life here.
Its hectic trying to jam everything in to two days, and life here is never busy.
Finally: a Monday in Harmony. Open the golf course at 10. Make that 11. Turn on the TV. Wash out some coolers and just daydream. I think I belong in a simple town because everything is just literally a daydream. I like that. I like that a lot.

Kinz and I went for a little walk around the perimeter of Harmony last night. Just chatting, enjoying the sunset, walking with a glass of wine (DAMN us for being so cute) Anyway - hahaha, my parents pull up. Hiiiiii. (oh hi) One thing that surprises me/fills my heart with warmth (is this what love feels like?) is that my little parents have finally accepted that im going to drink and do what i want. They have picked me up/not cared when others have brought me home/just 'enjoyed' my presence. such a nice change. My mom is actually funny. so is my grandma (but thats another story). Hahahaha. but she's still sort of cute in her own way. Really bratty. God love her.

Along with the rest of the fucking world, Im in the mood for summer (but who is more important.........me or the rest of the world? um....you decide) (i'll just assume you didnt pick me--fuck you. we could have been happy together.) Can I just give you one image -- Matt Lindstrom. Funniest fucker i know. (nicest guy i know as well.) Just working on a golf cart, getting the course ready for the season. IM IN HEAVEN. This is not a lie, working at the golf course gives me a greater sense of accomplishment and happiness than anything else ever does. I love it here. Its where i belong. (Fuck libraries, classrooms, parties (um i take that back. i am in my prime at parties as well) (hehehe) (evil laugh), family gatherings, hang out sessions, movie nights, fuck every other setting in the world.) I only feel natural working in a bar and sitting in the sun, knowing it will be hours before my next customer comes. And dedicating the money i make to my other passion: drinking. yeeeeeeeeeeehawwww. I want June. Almost as bad as I want an oriental cashew chicken salad from the village. kinzeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.