.is.it.time?

i don't know. but i feel a little lighter now.

what is it ?

what happened ?

why so glum ?

why so fleeting ?

why so fucked up ?

whatever. i don't know what's happened this past month. not much and yet a lot. nothing tangible. so what is it?

my hair's longer. my nails not polished. my soaps not recorded. my tivo is my bitch. everything's random, but still tied together. and justin is still hot. (his dvd is on my amazon wish list :) ) some people move on. some people hang on. but we're still tied together.

and bob chose estella. at least some things happen the way it's meant to be.

and i've almost remembered how to laugh. almost.