i’m a bad blog-mom.
i’ve been neglecting you folks. i’m a busy little blogger these days, though, and i’ve been pulled about six million different directions. so i’ll try to be better.
no promises, though.
this is it.
this is the last damn morning i have to wake up and note that you’re not on the same continent as me. (for now. but that’s another rant for another time.) i could focus on all kinds of things. there’s so much i need to tell you, to get out.
but today? none of it matters. in mere hours, i’ll bring you home. and when i do, all i’ll do is be with you, in your presence. all i’ll do is soak you in.
the rest will take care of itself. today, i will just love you.
it’s a quarter till two…
…i’m a little drunk and i need you now. but that’s the thing; you’re on the other side of the fucking ocean right now, right when i need you most. not your fault - how could i ever hold your professional accolades, successes, etc. against you?
your bartender here misses you. boy, if you just knew what i’m going through. every inch of this city reminds me of you. it’s wrong that you’re not here for me to rest my head on your chest, kiss your neck and pull you close.
christ, i miss you.
![the most romantic place in this entire city is the tidal basin at night. (it’s better in the summer, when it’s warm out.) hope y’all have someone in your lives to love, be it romantically or otherwise.[photo credit: this person]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgmo4iZ6Vg1qf1ohqo1_500.jpg)
the most romantic place in this entire city is the tidal basin at night. (it’s better in the summer, when it’s warm out.) hope y’all have someone in your lives to love, be it romantically or otherwise.
[photo credit: this person]
hey, universe?
what did i do? why would you test me like that? not only, it seems, do the good die young, but we also get to deal with crap like this.
you had BETTER bring him back to me safe, god damn you.
every so often, i have to link to “this is why i’ll never be an adult” over at hyperbole and a half. i do not want to clean all the things. not. even. close.
internet. forever.
that’s my mom. she passed three years ago today. she was pretty much a bad-ass, in a lot of ways. i think this shows that.
miss you, mom.
i own myself again.
i once again own the name with which i was born. i shed the name i chose in a fit of pique and teenage stubbornness, the one i clung to in the face of overwhelming evidence that i was being totally fucking stupid. i took back the confident, brash girl i’d been. i needed a dose of cayenne in this life. i got it by moving to louisiana, taking a breath, and waking the fuck up. so now the whole thing is over. i’m me again. let’s have some introductions.
hi, old self. been a minute. how’ve you been?
dear winter:
fuck off. no, seriously - fuck off.
i hate this season so, so much. and this week is only going to be one trial after another. it’s icy. it’s cold. it’s gray. like my life doesn’t go out of its way to smother my emotional health, winter? you have to come along and be like this? yeesh.
