I’m running things over and over in my head looking for a little joy.
I feel selfish and alone and strangely out of place in my own home. Scratch that — this apartment. It doesn’t feel like home right now.
Ink and Vodka
Discourse and Debauchery
I’m running things over and over in my head looking for a little joy.
I feel selfish and alone and strangely out of place in my own home. Scratch that — this apartment. It doesn’t feel like home right now.
Dahlink!
It’s no good to feel this way.
You should be with me, having coffee and discussing your work.
We have a date next Wednesday.
No excuses, no delays, no way out!
I wish I had coffee date with Iz. 🙁
I’m sorry you feel crappy. I wish I could come over and spin some records for you. We could mingo and dance like we did that one time in the living room at our Barton Hills apartment when we both drank too much *tea*. 😀
I love you. I wish that I could pull the stars from the sky…
🙁
Feel better and happier soon, love.