mothers

Moms can be good at lassoing you back to reality. Without mine, I might be basing my rental decisions on really old Hawaii-smelling apartments with cute blue vintage stoves and sea horse knobs on the bathroom cabinets. Yesterday helping M unpack and arrange his things, he asked me if I thought we'd be okay without our moms. I don't know, but he says we will be.
The real question is how long can I keep up all this pining before complete defeat/apathy sets in?

Lonely hours in the golden city I think of this person I barely even know

I need to get into a race I can win, because I'm not winning this one. I'm not sure how much I would enjoy that, winning. I think I'm a glutton for rejection! Awhile ago, Danit created these terrible photoshop masterpieces to make me feel better. Maybe I'll put one up on my wall at work.

Sorry for ignoring you, little blog. I think this one is done. I think I'll start a new one.