I'm happier than I've been since I can remember. Yeah sure, there's been some good times during the last three years but these are the first days that I'm waking up genuinely happy. Not healthy, but happy at least -- baby steps, please.
So the Orlando endeavour lasted all of a month. Thank god for underage drinking I guess, eh? Not gonna lie, I miss it, I'd still be there right now, probably writing about some asshole who ran across Main St. USA or the kid I whacked in the head with my wand.
I made a promise. I went back and visited and it was too nostolgic for my own good... but at the same time it was something completely different. Something really fanfuckingtastic. So I tip my hat off to the mouse once again. You never disappoint me, buddy.
And I find myself once again in building 700 in suite #10; with bruises and bug bites and cuts and scrapes. Can't forget the splints, scripts, pills, and results.
If we can prolong the stitches and eliminate the pain I will be a happy happy child.
8 days until a really rad person's birthday. <3
17 days until I see the new abode and get my life planned out.
53 days until I leave your town again, and I'm over the ground that you've been spinning.
so this is love/ so this is love/
so this is what makes life divine/
i'm all aglow/ and now i know/
the key to all heaven is mine/
my heart has wings/ and I can fly/
i'll touch every star in the sky/
so this is the miracle that i've been dreaming of/
so this is love.
