new blog

i'll still update this one once in a while but runnawaypammy.blogspot.com will cover my european escapades and transition to nyc life.

did you know i love hotels and airport bars?

like, a lot. there's someone about the velocity of it all. the ephemeralness of it all. is that a word? ephemeralness.

regardless, i love them.

i turned 25 yesterday. it was a great birthday. i love my friends. and, apparently, i love losing my phone. cause that shit is gone. oh well.

<3<3<3

ps. the birthday game included stories of me vomitting, being naked, and/or wasted. these are the characteristics that define me as a person. i'm okay with that.

you can't never go home.

It's official. Back at my parents. In between pool side margaritas, I'm often mildly concerned that my mom is going through my shit a la my 15th birthday when she read my journal wherein I discussed how the inside of Phil Davis' mouth tasted. If only my savings account had the compounding interest that my escapades have endured in the ten years since that incident.

All in all, it's been nice. I forgot how awesome cable can be. And being close to Corinne has been a blessing as well. I feel calm; resolved even.

I did it. I fucking did it. And all you haters suck my balls.

53 days. Fifty-Three days. fiftythreedays. <3

Hipster's Have the Best Yard Sales

Originally uploaded by pamela_jean

I sold all my shit and my friends sat around drinking beer and looking cool.

I now have an empty house and it makes me kind of sad. I move out tomorrow. I didn't expect to be this emotional about it. It's strange to think that it's been just shy of a year when I hit that wall and realized I had to leave this place.