Bm is in two weeks. Omg. I don’t know what I’ll do not waking up to this face for two weeks!

Someone else out there has to think like me right? Ever since I can remember, I have created scenarios, essentially daydreams(?), in my head to fall asleep.. like mixing a dreamworld with your own conscious

I’m getting obsessed with these. I don’t care to have a giant giant collection. But I genuinely enjoy the ones I do have. However. It’s infringing on my Smurf’s shelf. I need more shelves.

The title of this entry was actually a friends Facebook post; but seems like a pretty valid title to this chapter of my life. My how things change, and yet stay the same. I know the actions we chose, decide

Sometimes you get jolts of reality thrown at you in ways you never expect, never been warned of, out of the blue. Sometimes it’s something you’ve been warned against, repetitively. But you take for granted,

It’s cold. Beyond cold. This will keep me warm.

How to find my page.

Sundays are good for a few things. Let's list them: -Champagne; in any form. Add juice if you'd like. -Daytime dance parties... the best thing about living alone. -laying in the sunshine -brunch and/or

First post can be short, funny, pointless, poignant, or a plethora of other things. Then again, so can any post. So. Let's go with this....