Wet People

You know that wet dogs smell horrible to people. How do wet people smell to dogs?

The Stampede of Monte Vista. That's the closest that the people of the San Luis Valley will ever get to Disneyland. There's a carnival that always comes over during the last weekend of July, and it truly is amazing.

And though the carnival and friend's houses were surreal, one tiny moment made my week, maybe even my entire month.
I received a postcard from Tiffanzy today. She didn't say much, it was simply a friendly greeting. But before that moment, receiving things in the mail was never as exciting. That postcard is going up on my wall, no doubt.

About life now, hm? Thanks again, Tif.


I'm worried about losing my perspective, paranoid about how shallow I'm getting. I can feel my vocabulary shrinking, I can feel my constantly-loosening judgement. Everything is affected, my thoughts, my choices, the things I read in textbooks, I'm getting mentally weak. This is what summer in the CO does to me, and it freaks me out.

Or perhaps..

Maybe I've always been like this, and I just can't come to admit it. I'm not deep, no. But I've always told myself that I was, and for what? To be different? Everyones deep, everyones shallow. It goes both ways, depending on which situation you would consider me in.