what i mean.

i shot guns today for my first time ever and it was pretty rad. i played with a shot gun that left bruises (love em) on my shoulder/chest, a 22, and a 357. i hit a soda can, first shot, with the 22. supposedly i hit other stuff too but i don't know. it was fun and i want it.

fuck you.

oh and i don't kill bugs... or spiders. and cockroaches make me cry and i never leave my bed. ever.

she broke my heart... nevermind.

AND for all you people not from connecticut- i'm gonna tell you what a lobster roll is (ima dork- see previous blog. if you care). fucking amazing. i'm not super into lobster. i mean i'll eat it duh. i eat everything. everything. (except lima beans) okay so it's pulled (?) hot lobster tail drenched in butter and lemon on a hot dog bun. fucking amazing. duh. oh and i only learned that it's a ct thing once i moved here- summer forever, summer camp, etc. they make em in maine and mass but it's cold, mixed with mayo, and celery and shit. sick...

eat food everyday. you won't get it, but on the radio when they played "smoke weed everyday" they changed it to the above. perhaps ya had to be there. but you were 11. oh well. maybe just kidding.

random and long. that made me think of lena. i miss her. and then that makes me think of grandma downstairs. i miss her too.

heart breaks. but i am happy. still want a gun and still in love.