the weather out here is just the same, but the garden that you planted still remains.

I want.. shorter hair. Like.. this. Yeah?

Tomorrow, I'm just going to unwind. I'll wake up late, make myself some eggs with some hollandaise sauce and watch Ellen, because I think she's funny.

I, uhh.. I'm writing a script. For a movie. It's about, well, someone I used to know. Thank you Allison for making me talk about it all over again. (I'll save you the trouble of reading between the lines on that one; I was being sarcastic. I don't want to talk about him. I don't want to write about him. I don't want to think about him.) How's that for enigmatic.

The Garden That You Planted - Sea Wolf