There’s me last night with the ladddiiesss! That’s me on the right in the elongated tube top, complete with sash. What fun. I think we were playing cards? The theme of the evening, of course, was Laughter, Tube Tops and Tears. Point being:  I’m actually starting to enjoy being untethered a little bit. Or maybe it’s just today. Or this minute. Talk to me in five. But for now: I like eating and sleeping by myself unless I actively choose otherwise.  I like being sometimes selfish, always inconsistent and somewhat irrational. I like calling my friends way too much.  Feeling sorry for myself and buying myself dresses to compensate. I like embodying the cliche. Wondering what my life will be / not knowing, not even a little bit; not at all. I like staring down that unknown and making peace with it. I like not knowing whether or not I’ll be kissed. I like being so full of love but having no one to smear it on. So it just sort of sinks inward, blossoms, patiently waits there until I turn it into books.