365.

earth day '07 we were driving home from virginia. you were hanging your head out the window and i was screaming that rancid had gotten old. you responded with mest and i groaned at repitition, how many times before you ruin the music i've loved since 6th grade? bitch, bitch, bitch. we'd gone shopping and we'd gone dancing and we'd been to the best concert either of us had seen the night before. we were on top of the world, and we were together.


we were together.


earth day '08
i don't know shit about you.
except that your seat in fourth was empty today,
and your hair looks weird when it's long,
and your hips are as wide as you predicted them to be
but i was right. it is not awkward.
you're beautiful.
and i don't know shit about you.