I like you.

Well, that was a random and fun hour. Who would of thunk? I should probably stop posting these short cryptic blogs, but I feel like broadcasting too many things at this point in inappropriate. That means that a real journal is in order, but they are all still packed up in boxes at the other end of the house.

Beer buzz & a backbone

Self-explanatory. When does life stop being weird? Does it ever get to the non-weird point? Do you ever figure yourself out? No? Okay.

What just happened? Over the past few days? In the past year? I'm still really good at lying to myself. I'm still really in love with the idea of love and really bad at discerning who or what I should throw that love towards. I'll figure it out. I feel much less like a plastic bag in the breeze and much more like a foam cup. I'm catching less air in the good way. Life lessons come slowly, but so do changes. I don't think I would change a thing, but now here I am at the restart; deciding who I am now, what I take away, and how I carry on.

Why do I always feel so liberated after break ups? Is this a good sign or a bad sign?

Maybe I'm just a big fan of possibility. I mean I am so you can take out that maybe.

Different Places

Life is so silly.

Presto Change, oh!

Chicago is up next. Nailing down a place to live was a difficult task, but the generous Jenn Bunny was able to pull this task off on her own! She took all the stress and worry out of it for me and for that (and other things) I am incredibly grateful. Changes are on the horizon as the person I am continually argues with, pulls at, and finds ways to emulate the person I want to be. Deeeeep. :)