ladies and gentlemen,

I have a sock in my pants.

my house is a madhouse.

Having major troubs with an animation, don’t know where to begin on this guy…

It’s nice, it’s about a window-washer.

hello.

cheesy/emotional

too long.

I have felt as if the last few months have gone in a flash, I did nothing and everything, haven’t gone shopping in years, haven’t blogged in years, haven’t been reflective, haven’t been nice, haven’t cooked, haven’t “partied”, haven’t not felt busy/rushed, haven’t been a lot, pensive, tasty, peaceful, awake.

I really miss a lot.

But I found an sheep-man cult in a deserted smallpox Sanitarium, walked slow motion in Times Square, painted yards of someone’s dreams; became .001- escaping to nothing, then, an ancient Goddess in need of your sacrifices, and a flighty teen swooned by a make-believe fight. I witnessed death, death, death and disappearing Martians. We batted through car graveyards, ran for love and freedom through the halls of Drake’s, witnessed touch, witnessed sad, and made so much. I’m very proud, however defragmented and flashy these past few months seem.

It’s been too long.