I'm home and there are SO MANY ANIMALS. COME TO ME MY JUNGLE FRIENDS.
You know what sucks about being happy in my life? I don't really have a lot to say. I can understand why some really really creative people stay depressed and in the depths of despair all the time--you always have something to get off your chest, something to say, you're always trying to make something or create something in hopes of being able to fill that hole in yourself. But on the flipside, when there is no longer a hole, you sort of miss that energy. Its like an energy that you have to get rid of or it will destroy you. So you make things and say things to set it free.
What I'm saying is that this is why I haven't blogged so much lately. Also I've been pretty busy--having your shit together all the time is exhausting and time-consuming, and definitely not a state of being to which I am naturally inclined. But now I'm home, so I can happily regress back to being 17 again and not having to pay for food or general living for the next two weeks. I love this place.
Can't wait to:
*have breakfast at stax
*have xmas dinner with my ladies
*drive around a lot
*see my charleston buddies
*go up to table rock
probably some other stuff too.
