the road home was so hot from the day and the work that was being done. the smell of pure hot tar is one of the summer, but also one of sickness.

upon further inspection, the new neighborhood seemed to be full of arguments on this, the hottest of summer nights. everyone was just very emotional. i saw two of those who are loved with very real and natural emotions and it made me love them more. it's those feelings that we know why we are feeling and that we don't want to be feeling, but can't control them. it's those beautiful anxieties.

and the fridge is pissing me off again.