Where was “Fake Plastic Trees” when I was in high school? Granted, I got all the angsty Seattle grunge I needed, but come on, Fake Plastic Trees would have been the song that I sang religiously before I slept each night and I would have written it out on the back of my notebook.
I would have had a quiet little cry as I thought of all the ways it sang directly to me.
Unfortunately, I’m all grown up now and angst is more amusing than painful. Still a good song, though.

I just got back from a whirlwind trip to Oregon to hang out with the Irish Boy. There is so much that could be written about my weekend and about the time we spent together, but ultimately everything I’ve written so far comes across as petty and trite.
Sigh.
So I had a wonderful weekend, I spent a lot of time with someone I care about and I came home. In there, I saw the ocean and some mountains and drove a stupid car. Also, I laughed harder than I had in years and I cried harder than I expected to.