#Or ted with his midnight cinnamon toast

[freebooter4ever]

i forgot how much i missed drawing in public spaces but also ive counted like five new mosquito bites

#Freebooter4ever #Also as much as i love having my own place its so quiet and lonely #Coming home to just...nothing #Like i guess everybody was right im used to it now #Doesnt mean i like it lol #I miss teds row house and jon and steven #Before we started dating the only time jon and i saw each other was like post saturday night going out gossip time #Where wed be snacking at like 4am and swapping weird stories #He was always really cute when he was tipsy and tired and his long curly hair just going everywhere #Or ted with his midnight cinnamon toast #And his frankly QEIRD music tastes god bless ted he had the best basement sound system pittsburgh could offer #If there was nothing else going on we could always collapse on the sticky vinyl diner booths or bar counter and talk philosophy #Till the wee hours of the morning listening to the strangest records we can pull out of teds collection #Anyway teds in philly now continuing his green environmentalist stuff and jons not talking to me so even going back there would be nothing

[freebooter4ever]

after i watched and rewatched ginny & georgia one too many times ntflx has been seriously pushing gilmore girls on me, so i finally caved and started a rewatch. i havent touched this show since like spring 2016 during my textbook writing days when i binged watched it for the first time on ted's ancient 90s tv which was the only tv we had in our burgh rowhouse bc we were Hipster like that. and literally it was like every day straight for weeks on end id spend twelve hrs sculpting and programming for the book in my office and then come home at like 3am and collapse on the couch and eat peanut butter out of the can with a spoon and watch gilmore girls to get my mind to Stop-Obsessing-Over-Textbook-Writing till i passed out wrapped in one of those red clingy d*lta airplane blankets ted stole collected, and then wake up at 8am when jon left for work cause the art store always opened early and his footsteps on the wooden stairs could wake the dead. (Or sometimes at like 6am when ted would come downstairs to make his 'midnight' snack of cinnamon toast and then our whole house would smell like cinnamon till morning)

anyway no point to this except you know how nostalgic things can become and how vividly one can remember sources of comfort? ridiculously little things like still remembering the texture of ted's ugly carpet, or the feel of the wood floor and the rough cotton couch, and the looming presence of that huge stone fireplace that took up most of the room. i really did enjoy my early mornings spent sitting in our cozy little house watching an old tv show on our silly old tv knowing my friends were fast asleep upstairs.

#Journal shit #that house is no more ted sold it and moved to philly #so really i left at a good time