Saturday, March 05, 2011
lest you think i'm terminal or bored with writing to you or a (don't-i-wish) drive through bride in vegas playing the nickel slots in fishnets and sequined shoes, i return to assure you i live and breathe. unterminal, unbored, and uneloped.
instead, i return with multiple tests under my belt and no answers to show for the money i'll soon be laying out for all the medical attention i sought. nice. i also return fully engaged in a project meant to squash my endearing attention deficit malady. you'll hear about that one soon, provided i actually finish the darn thing. and i return with an itch to bitch about this crazy winter that won't get over itself and give spring a hope to happen. but i won't, because it's too easy to whine about weather and i honestly love my almost-knee-high boots with the laces and pom poms and before i know it i'll want to bitch about the heat. so no.
but i've missed you, and i need the therapy of writing and obnoxiously taking pictures everywhere i go.
i'm back, then. uncured, yet happy, and looking for all that's good.