run around, get dirty. make some bad decisions.

I realized last night that I love making people laugh.

Also that I think I am doing ok. For the most part. I mean I'm not crying into my drink anymore when I see a couple kiss from across the room. And I am going to new places and seeing new people. Is this me though, saying, "no really, this is where I want to be..." over and over again?
This is a weird transition spot. Most of the time I feel uncomfortable in my own skin.

This weekend will be low key. Sadie is turning 2 on sunday. I am prepared to field questions and criticisms about what a fuck up I must be if Mark left me again. Thanks Auntie(s)!!

Somedays I just wish a house would fall on me.



-xo