I think I’ll actually post something that matters. I love strangers. They fascinate me. I love the emails I get from people on flickr or through the various places of the web. But the next person to tell me the way I live is a disgrace will no longer receive a polite response.
Yes, I live with my boyfriend. I have been doing so for three years now, actually. No, we’re not married nor do we have any plans of being married in the near future, or maybe ever. Maybe when everyone can marry who they want to marry we will, and maybe not even then. And I’ll tell you this, we’re not just suddenly going to change our minds because you’ve “showed us the light” in pointing out that we will both be going to Hell because of our actions if we don’t tie the knot.
Kat and I took a walk today. It’s the coldest day of the year, also the coldest day of this winter. Can you tell I look exhausted? I took two naps today. TWO. That’s insane.
And now for something insanely honest and personal which I will probably delete in a few hours:
I miss my old best friend. I wish our dad’s didn’t suck and ruin our respect for men. I also wish she didn’t subconsciously kind of hate me for moving away and leaving her, even though we both know it wasn’t anyone’s fault. I think about it every day. I’m sorry I left her behind. I think we both sort of feel that way deep down. That I left her behind, I mean. I’m sorry. I really, really miss her. I wish she would smile again. She’s also an incredible writer and photographer.
