"Leave all your love and your loving behind, you can't carry it with you if you want to survive."

Seems like I go through what appears to be more than my fair share of breakups and makeups.  To be honest, I can't really remember the last time I wasn't with somebody.  Definitely a while ago.

But hey, I'm only human.  I make fuckups.  Sometimes I make some pretty impressive ones.

I feel things pretty strongly, not saying that I'm the only one who does.  Far from it.  But sometimes it's like I'm always so much more intense than everybody around me.  I'm pretty bold and passionate about things.  I like to feel things to their greatest.

In short, I'm going through yet another post-breakup period of euphoria, where I think to myself "yes!  I'm free!  I'm independent!", window-shop pretty boys when they pass by, and think about chopping/dying my hair and cleaning my room.

(FYI: Window-shopping, also known by my sister's term of  "sharking", is a term of my own creation in which one looks and drools over if one wishes to, but does not touch.)

Doesn't help that I'm being fueled by Florence And The Machine's "Dog Days Are Over" and a cup of rather strong coffee, and I'm typing only marginally slower than the speed of thoughts and ideas going through my mind.  And yet my word-per-minute rate was impressively slow in high school.  Fancy that.

"Nice?  Women who pay their own rent don't have to be nice."  I'm not a by-the-book feminist but I do like this quote.  Wish I could remember where I heard it.


Anyway!  Busy busy today.  No idea what I'm busy with.  I have absolutely no plans.  But it's stopped snowing and I have a pair of boots just begging to be worn and strutted in, my camera and iPod are both fully charged, and I'm in desperate need of a cuteness fix from my sister's kittens.


Cheers, y'all :)