nEiL gAimAn & Other distRActiOns*

its terrible & devastating.
& it is,
the RiGHT thiNG.

still...it hurts like that 90 mph straight down the hill bike plow into the neighbor's hedge you did the summer before grade six.

& you know you'll come around to really enjoying your "you" time* ( you'll start off fake smiling about it, which will cause you to cry because your cheeks will puff up against your eyes & that will get you to think about that time they made you laugh so hard that your cheeks did.this.very.same thing-!!!!!*)

you'll day dream about all those adventures you've been promising yourself for years & never do because you have this delightful pattern of moving around the city for love, in search of, because of....whatever.
you're done now. you're going to scare yourself into YOUR adventure.
its time.
your ready.
look.
you even have a blog.
( & its terrifying) *

you've got some BiG dReAMiNG tO put intO aCTiON*

but right now...

you're going to cry, silently in the bathroom at work & loudly into your pillow on the couch bed that used to be "Our" couch bed, but is now Your bed & you will holler & wail & do that hissing between the teeth heart break sobbing that really gets your self pity juices up. because you need to get it out. so you can get on with it.

& then.
then you can meet Neil Gaiman*