alex my alex my reason for writing when i have no feelings really, but when i always feel better after writing anyway.
im in the tea lounge, in that same corner up front where you me leah ivy sat. im in the grandmother rocking chair.
i love that song. i live that song sometimes.
i just called you.
ive no more job. im elated and ok w rent for awhile and maybe going to waitress and i just applied to a bunch of paid modeling things (so weird, i know), and a few freelance grantwriting things.
so- again- new me. probably better, more balance. more fun. i think im going to africa in july. you can and should come. the woman running the org is the new love of my life. i went to her house for a ‘work’ meeting and she cooked an african dish of kingfish and spinach combined with all these spices, ginger garlic anise all mushed up, all so good! and we drank two bottles of wine and we talked about how old of souls we are. how i can talk to her about things i cant talk to my own family about. and how she is only 31 and i feel like she has all the knowledge of the world, and the solutions to many of its problems, within her.
how was nevada?
come come to africa.