OF COURSE!
of fucking course.
Of course when I am in this really great calming place you come and shake it up with possibilities of what I've been saying I want forever.
Oh, and...
Before I moved to Chicago, I had no real perspective of my social/economic class.
Then I somehow became friends with upper middle class to upper class kids.
And once bought a pair of jeans for $60. That would never have happened before.
However, these jeans are my favorite and I've worn them so much that they're getting a hole.
So probably worth it.
But this is what I want:
To not have, to not want, to just make.
To be creating so much that I forget to eat.
And then I spend $200 on school books to help me get a degree in ACTING?!?
(And that was put on a credit card, so it really is money I am borrowing from billionaires.)
Friday I was running a 5 year-old's bday party and they asked me, "Why do you go to college?"
Exactly, kids. Why?
I hate how much I love it.
And in other news I am totally falling for a man (yes, a man) that is amazing and splendid and hilarious and centered and brave and talented and inspiring and beautiful and soft and hard and just about perfect.
So, no. No you cannot come over to my apartment, fake boyfriendz.
Not even you, soul mate.
Soul hate.
(You know I don't mean that.)
"Is every song about a dude?"
"Um, well. Yes."
I stopped drinking coffee and started again and this is evident in all parts of my life.
