messes of men

…do I have to tell the story of a thousand rainy days since we first met? I have a big enough umbrella but its always me that ends up getting wet…

I haven’t blogged in a long time.  Mostly because I don’t know what to say about my life.  Its one of those times when words just aren’t what matters.  More like life is just happening. And no matter what I say about it, it will keep happening.  I’d love to be more eloquent about this.  But its not going to happen.

I don’t want to have it all together.

On the other hand, I now share my apartment with not just Candace, but also Dinah and Jezebel.  They are baby rats.  And they are very fearful.

I did laundry today and I have the bruises to prove it.


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