these past few weeks have been gloriously debaucherous and overwhelmingly fun. i've met some really great, complicated people. my hair reeks of secondhand smoke and gossip. my clothes are always wrinkled. too many bartenders know me by name. there's a parking space on S street that pretty much has my name on it.
my birthday was interesting and painful and sweet and bizarre. feelings were hurt. friendships changed. relationships began. the weekend was a tangled web and despite the many awkward moments and fake double-cheek kisses, i wouldn't have had it any other way. thank you to everyone who danced with me and laughed with me. also, thanks to everyone who spoke to me frankly and honestly; i learned a lot.
but now i'm exhausted and a little social detox is in order. i need to slow down a bit, get to know people a little better without my practically perma weekend haze of delicious, delicious rum.
i want to giggle. and watch movies. and finally get crackin on all these rad t-shirt ideas i've been having. i want to finish that book i started two months ago. i haven't laid in the grass with my headphones in a while. dust bunnies have comandeered my poor journal that i harshly abandoned mid-sentence over two weeks ago. i've had the same roll of film in my kickass camera since paris, so that also needs to be correctified.
i'm not going to disappear - i'll still be out acting a fool and having my casbah musically rocked. i just need a break...
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