Just

Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck you all.

It's Still Rock and Roll To Me

I'm all silly and happy right now.

Toeing the line between nostalgia

and living wholeheartedly for the moment.

It's nice.

Friday night Mike and I stayed at my house. We...

-Built an epic pillow fort out of every

pillow and blanket we could find.

-Put on a photoshoot while wearing

stick on moustaches we found in a quarter machine.

-Had a dance party around midnight.

-Stayed up late and talked,

and fell asleep together in our fort.

We were supposed to work Saturday morning

but the museum was closed because of the snow storm.

So we stayed under the covers all morning

and ate pepperoni rolls for breakfast.

I'm afraid he bought me too much for Valentine's Day. I couldn't afford much because I didn't get to work for over a month. But his gift is still really good, I think. So he shouldn't mind. He's also made reservations at somewhere fancy for dinner. He won't tell me where, just to dress up. I think he's gonna blindfold me on the way there so I can't tell where we're going.

This isn't artsy or anything. Just me catching up with myself.

Darling.

You are beautiful.
You are determined.
You are strong.
You are loved.
You are talented.
You are wanted.
You are you.