So I met this broad. She's fucking batty. But she's really chill. It's odd because we're totally courting but on an innocent level. I'm not looking for anything but am swooning the fact that we just sort of mesh well which is good and I sort of need that right now with all of the craziness cooling off from the summers past escapades. So anyways, here's to new beginnings and different roads.

Now the Sexy Sweater® is an odd thing. It's beginnings are unknown but from what I do know, it was created in some malasian sweatshop and shipped to the states and somewhere in between, it was given super powers. I purchased said Sexy Sweater® almost 4 years ago and as soon as the ex figured out it's powers, it was banned to the grim and dark jail that was the plastic underbed storage unit in my home until last night. I was cleaning up and came across the sweater and gave it freedom. I don't think I actually ever wore it outside until last night but times are different and it no longer has to feel the wrath of the evil one. It was warm and consoling and I could feel it's super powers meld with me. That's as far as I'll go with that one because I am rambling.

Now, somewhere off in the not too distant land of northern virginia at the same time, a group of my friends were on the highway enjoying some spirited driving if you will. They were pulled, had their plates taken, cars towed and given loads of points. Street racing was their crime. But on a highway? Surely that would just be wreckless right? Oh well, kids will be kids. So good luck to you if you read this folks.

What an interesting few weeks. Butterflies abound and drama everywhere. I have a headache. I want my thai leftovers. I want to sleep. To crawl back under my puffy goosedown comforter would be the fucking best right now.