Sex is sexier than death

Being in my fourth week of being an official "art student", yet i dont quite know how i fit in here.

this morning i woke up to a world incased in fog... a world apart. I always feel that way on islands.

I sit here far enough away from my "friends" to be alone, yet close enough to drive (should i ever get the inclination to do so) 

6 hours is a long drive my friends.

Some days its hard to separate my Spokane self from my Pouslbo self.

I still expect to see people I know when I go around the corner or shop at the Albertsons by my apartment

kinda sad huh?