Rose the Wanderer

3 days.

over 1000 miles driven.

7 hardcore/metal/screamo/whatever-you-call-them-sorry-i’m-not-schooled-enough-to-know-the-difference bands.

slightly creeptastic motels.

stressful traffic jams and incorrect directions.

more fast food than i’ve eaten in probably 2 1/2 years.

yet…

it’s a reunion with a best friend. (how we get along so well.. even we fail to comprehend it.

i’m thinking in spanish again which comforts me to no end, i can’t begin to explain…

and…

i don’t know.

life is alright.

i suppose timing could be better in some circumstances…

but i think it will be alright.

yeah… alright.