i've been sitting on my ass for days (with the exception of going to Bamboozle on Sunday with AmeCakes), on the computer, listing things for sale, e-mailing with potential buyers (selling my beloved Cabrio), comparing prices, looking for apartments, looking for jobs, looking for my mind!
my nails keep breaking: sign of stress.
the ones that don't break are peeling, which means, i bite them. ugh.
what do i do? i have no money, but all i want to do is get on a plane & fly to Cali to see him.
he's become my muse. He tells me i'm his. We write about eachother. it's very Old School. i feel like a couple in courtship. it's cute. we're silly. we're inspired.
i miss him.
i started writing my post about Day 1 of the trip. it's about half done. i'll finish tomorrow. i hope.
i hope you are all still there. don't give up on me. i'm here, i swear, i'm just working on it.