So much packing to do.
And then, the hardest there weekends ever. I want Evan and I to have fun tonight. I can't wait for him to get home, even though a lot of the time we're miserable together. I really do miss him when he's gone. I feel like the saddest Richard Brautigan Poem. I think Richard Brautigan and I would have understood each other so well.
We really could have hit it off, and maybe eventually we'd just drive each other (more) insane.
Short personal-life rant. Boo.
We have never been glamourous around each other. The sweet little local inter-racial lovers and their strange past, and strange little world. I don't want to never see him again. I think I want to undo this. I feel very lost but certain that sooner or later things will work out. I miss him already. I miss him now. Is this stockholm syndrome, or am I actually just very in love with him?
Anyway. The girls are nice and settled in, and I'm alone on a Friday afternoon. We're shooting ElodyKat this weekend, very exciting.
I got a My Little Pony necklace.
It's been very Pony around here this week. Why do I feel the need to obsessively collect plastic shit?
And Ev got me baby hedgehogs.
So, my hair is getting very long again. Any suggestions on what to do with it? It's very thin, red/blonde, naturally wavy white-people hair.
Ok. Time to get moving and eat something before I have another "pass out in trader joe's" incident.
Love you, have a great weekend!
If you ever need to talk or rant, feel free to call or text or message or email etc.
I love you.