ENOUGH PROMO GIRLS ALREADY, THANKS.

Its 2.30 and I cant sleep. I want to write. Its been awhile since ive had such an urge so forgive me if this comes out imperfect. I don’t wanna write about anything particularly sad, or particularly exciting.i just wanna write about the word precious. The word precious has been preoccupying my mind.which is funny because a hell of a lot of other more pressing stuff has been in my mind too but this word just popped. I realized my dog is precious. Not in the frou-frou kinda way that most people who cant stop going on about their dog do but in the pleasant,unexpected kinda way, like I just realized how great she is despite the aggravation she causes sometimes. How she has managed to crawl into my heart and make a space for herself there. My mom’s cooking is another cool thing that’s precious. She doesn’t know I think this because I don’t think ive ever told her.and without being too melodramatic I think about how someday that might end. That sucks.


They say that life is a series of never ending opportunities to f – up. If I ever knew who ‘they’ were, I’d buy ‘em a drink and shake their hand.

What is it about mystery that moves us anyway?

It shits me that as we grow older, we stop making connections; we form assumptions, and that dreaded word – a network.

Attraction is not a choice – that one’s been drummin in my head for quite awhile now. And thank you, to all of you who get it. You mean the world to me. Thank you for letting me be me and still loving me anyway. I love you too. And im not ashamed to say it, albeit slightly embarrassingly. Thank you for the smses that you don’t realize made my day, thank you for calling ‘ just to chat’, for taking the time to leave little comments;thank you eternally for molding me and forming part of this tapestry I call my life.

I am older this year, but I am not afraid…..no, fuck that. I am a little afraid. But I’m not terrified. I’ve got you lot, dont i?

Nites.