SOMEDAY I WILL FIND MY YOUNG NEIL.
Someday.
I should not feel so proud about having sheets on my bed.
But seriously, it had been at least two weeks? Sometimes you’ve just gotta ride those small victories.
(Ride them all the way to Esso for ice cream and a slurpy.)
(Which is at least better than Wine For Dinner).
A moth landed on me while I was in the shower.
It was already soaked and so it just walked around on my shoulder, leaving a black trail, until it died.
YOU KNOW IT STARTS PRETTY ROUGH, AND ENDS UP EVEN WORSE.
And what goes on in between? I TRY TO KEEP IT OUT OF MY THOUGHTS.
Fiona Apple belongs on all of my blogs right now.
Trying not to be a crazy person totally gets easier with time!
Ha ha, just kidding, of course it doesn’t.
Sadness is my boyfriend.
