That’s the second electronic device of mine that’s bit the dust this week - better treat my ipod like an infant.
p.s. To be fair, neither of these occurrences were my fault. Specifically not this one.
A parade of bittersweet kisses always accompanies the somber goodbyes Daniel and I exchange when we have to part.
Trying anything and everything to distract myself from having to write a resume. I have one already written but it - in a word - sucks.
Thanks to my cat, my laptop is irreparably fucked. The warranty is up and I just so happen to be flat broke, so there goes my vaio.
…turned into a rather odd series of events.
his mom’s girlfriend’s house has nearly every square inch covered in christian “the lord is my shepherd” + “Jesus is alive” + “our lord and master” propaganda. I’m exaggerating, but not by much.
Daniel’s roommate and his girlfriend, my friend Kayla, and our friend Alexa all showed up from Boulder - we went up to Palmer Park in the low light of the moon, had a few substances, and then I had the brilliant idea to go up to Goldcamp Road.
As I have heard it, a lot of people have either died or been murdered on this road and one of the tunnels, that gets as pitch black as any cave, is said to be haunted.
Now, we get up there and park on the other side of the tunnel, right by a trail head. We walk up to the darkness and radiating chill of the tunnel, but never ended up going in. It’s a strange thing when there’s nothing to be afraid of, and yet you can’t explain why suddenly you’re unable to will your feet to move any further.
Upon waking, we are informed that at 2am
up on Goldcamp Rd
the Colorado Springs fire department went to put out a fire and had to call the police when they came across charred human remains. Apparently, someone had been murdered right at the trail head we’d parked at - just hours after we were there.
And then, as Daniel and I were leaving his mom’s neighborhood I see out of the corner of my eye an elderly woman fall backwards and hit her head. As we were turning around to see if she was alright, his mom’s girlfriend’s beagle comes bolting across lawns toward us - everyone else in tow. It ended in an odd mess of wrestling the beagle back inside, cleaning up blood from the back of an elderly woman’s head, and ended when the ambulance and firetruck showed up.
All in all, I suppose the past two days have been… eventful.
Sometimes, when I’m sleeping in my boyfriend’s bed and I accidentally nudge him, he will (in a sleepy fog, of course) wake up just enough to grab me and pull me comfortably into his arms.
It’s the cutest.