Texting still sucks.

passivepassive:

My mom likes my art.

Texting sucks.

For a while I tried to stop saying “word” that way. But it’s okay to.

He used to say “word,” when he didn’t know how to respond. In lieu of something substantive. That’s where “word“‘came from in hip hop supposedly.

I wonder if this is how a bird would feel if it got stuck in the rain. Normally I would think that birds would be able to avoid certain weather conditions. Most birds probably have a sense for those things and can avoid a storm. Like I always wonder where the crows go during a hurricane. But they’re probably gone before the hurricane even gets to town.

I’m trying my best to stay level headed about the things happening in my life, but I keep reaching this mental/emotional plateau where I can’t keep my mouth shut anymore. Or I can’t stop myself from texting. Things were going well today, I took a walk, I looked at flowers. I worked some things out mentally, but all of a sudden I got back to work, and I panicked again. There’s a nervous energy that can only be solved by chilling out, and doing what you’re doing.

I’ll say, aside from my little slip up this evening, today has been the most relaxed I’ve been in a long time. I’m ready and excited to go really far down south and eat tacos. It will be the first time I’ve seen my dad in about 6 years.