Wooh-tah. Journal-riffic. I'm going through an odd stage. I broke up with my boyfriend of 3+ years, had a short term thing with a beautiful cruel thing that has yet to revert to platonic status, I'm poking around what's gone wrong in my head, how to fix it, and what to do in the meantime. All noble endeavours, but of course nothing gets done when I'm in charge.
Unless, of course, we're talking Fuck.
Unless, of course, we're talking Fuck.