The other day, I found myself in a position I hate being in. Having to explain your actions when it’s not necessary is never a good thing to go through, especially given the circumstance in which I had to do so. But, that’s a whole different story entirely. I’m going to bite my tongue about it, for now at least. I’m sure a night will come when I’m good and plastered, looking to start some shit. But, to you, I apologize. I honestly had no idea.
I think it might be best that I stay on the east side for a while. I almost forgot how much I liked the cold weather and Grey’s Papaya. The best night so far, hands down, has been when I was able to wrap in something warm, with the scent of Clinique Happy. This leaves the question of my box in L.A. Sublet, maybe? I’m not so sure I’m up for extensive interviews of who lives in my house. There’s time to put more thought into that later. Sigh, there’s always summer, though.
I want need more
Valentines