i can taste you on my lips
and smell you in my clothes

It’s amazing how powerful scent can be. One tiny whiff of something that reminds me of something and my brain is suddenly a million miles away. Today, every once in awhile, I got to take a brief vacation from my fifth consecutive week of the same GD role drama curriculum … and go someplace cozier. Friendlier. Nicer. Even if only for a moment, and only in my mind.

How strangely ironic that all my college friends should descend upon the city en masse during the single most bloated, cramptastic, pmsycho week of my life? Fuck you, corporeal self. Fuck you for gaining several pounds of pure. jiggling. unadulterated. CRANKY just as you’re about to see everyone again.

I miss Eween. We have been playing phone tag but let me just tell you that the girl is too gorgeous for words. Have fun, hot stuff … but come back home to me. Okay?

In other news, Wonderhorn and I will be attending this event this weekend. We ended up with completely color-coordinated dresses and are ridiculously pleased with how bizarrely wonderful the next few days will be. Tomorrow night is apparently the first time I’ll get to see people, and I CAN NOT FREAKING WAIT. FreeBallin’ and Mikey and Phalex, OH MY! I love you guys, and I will see you SOON.

In other news, have I mentioned that I am ready to keel over and throw up on someone’s shoes? Just give me the fucking hysterectomy already. Put me out of my misery.