I’ve officially run out of things to say.  Officially.  

This blog has become less of a release and more of a looming entity hanging over my head, trying to catch phrase anything I’ve got going on.   That’s some bullshit.  So, fuck the mirror-looking-self-directed-reflective-meaningful-advice-to-my-former-self-post for today. 

I’ve been going through a major metamorphasis.  I found love in a hopeless place, and a best friend from MySpace.  I’ve jumped higher than I ever have, cried harder than I can remember, laughed more heartily and all that glitter and gay shit.  Soon enough, that’s all going to change, and I can’t do anything about it. 

I’ve gotta believe things not only happen to me… but happen for me.  The universe is conspiring to CREATE something I have yet to envision.  And that’s fine.  But fuck, CAN Y’ALL LET A GIRL LIVE? 

I signed into my Google Reader today and read this from Dex:

“You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy.”
– C. Joybell C.

Well. DAMN Dex, tell ’em how you really feel.  Ooh…  and I’ve just been inspired for a real post…  here I go.  ….