Here is a picture of me being me, at home early while all my friends are still out drinking and rolling joints and trying to do smoke rings. As promised it was a fun night but I am just not made for these times. I miss my man, I miss not caring about how many drinks I've had and I am tired of thinking and I am exhausted from wanting things so badly and working so hard all the time.
Tonight my dear friend said in a drunken slur, 'everything's gonna be alright!' - I half smiled, half believing him. One day I won't have to try and find reasons to think that everything will be OK anymore, it'll just be so true that I'll take it for granted. Ya know? Urgh whatta stupidly heavy day!
But it's all alright; tomorrow morning I am going to the beach. I might blog from there depending on internet and all that stuff, but if not, I will catch you on the flip. I've been really happy with how people have been responding to Frida too, thanks for all the lovely words. And all the new traffic to this blog over the past week or so, I am so excited about you.
Party hardy party safe! x
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