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Saturday, July 18, 2009
Change and Transition
Jordan (my messy, amazing 5 year lover obsession) and Junkyard (my beautiful beast cat lover) are moving away from me. I'm going back to the granny flat on my parents property. So I can be a busy student granny. The boys are going to be bachelors and play the guitar and turn tables and let their wieners hang out. And purrr at all the smitten kittens. It should be hot for them. I'm gonna feel lonely and depressed and plan for a good job and a happy life circa 2012. So that whole Pmsy crazy talk was actually tons of shit that I need to get over and move on with. Jordan isn't down, he wants to take things slow and wake up at 45 with wrinkles and a rented little shit hole apartment home. Swweeettt... if only I hated him as much as I wish I could and didn't love him as intensely as 100 year old soul mates the first time I saw him. I think I'm dying, but I'm not. It's not that bad, but it so is
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2 comments:
i just found your blog and it suddenly made me almost want to cry. you have a way with words and feelings. also i am excited to look into that documentary you wrote about. how's the living situation going?
Chelsea- its Ashley. I found your blog though Heather. And this entry made me fucking CRY.
We should hang out. And not like me showing up two hours after you started drinking. That happens too often, and it takes too long for me to catch up. Lets hang legit.
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