am i hungry?

i've talked about this a million times...

welcome to a million and one.

nostalgia's a bitch and i am not sure how to deal with her and she creeps up in the weirdest places

this morning i was lying in bed, my head pounding, and along she comes across the airwaves and through my radio.

it's not surprising that she's resurfacing right now; the proximity of a birthday might have something to do with it.

so i am laying there thinking about the show and what i am going to wear at opening and about how bad my head hurts when suddenly CRASH...there she was! sitting on my fucking chest.
i wasn't mad at her, it wasn't that kind of thing, i was just jarred by her presence in my room on a random thursday morning.

so, here we are. no conclusions have been made about she and i and where we stand but goddamn if i don't miss that confusing little bitch when she isn't around.

three sleeps til i'm 24!