Life without Kristen
current mood: mourning ... kind of.
Kristen has left the building. The building meaning this shit of a town.
Emotional Analysis: Nothing major to report thus far. I really wish our last weekend together could've been more ... UMF-y. Between work and horrendous Long Beach bars (complete with obligatory stripper past her prime waving her bare, disturbed-looking breasts too and fo), it just wasn't that memorable. We said our good-byes last night, and it still just didn't feel real. However, the image of her waving good-bye to me on her porch combined with having "Finish Line" by Yellowcard randomly play on my Ipod was indicative of me most definitely living in some sort of a movie.
I haven't cried. Should be coming soon though.
I close this rather shoddy and dead entry with a quote that will save it, with some parts edited for content...
"[Kristen Daly] ... who crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the other side. [Kristen Daly] ... headed for the [South]. Those of us who knew [her] best talk about [her] often. I swear the stuff [she] pulled. Sometimes it makes me sad, though, [Kristen] being gone. I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice ... but still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone ... I guess I just miss my friend."