I've been too busy enjoying this mock summer to be hanging around the computer much. Translation: lack of updates. Perhaps if I had a laptop to bask in the sun [pre-sunburn] while writing, it might be a different story.
Wednesday nights are returning to their original beautiful and natural state. Probably because I have an enormous crush. Not that that's a bad thing. Quite a good thing, rather. I like being a chicken, thank you. I'll remain this way. Good people, great tunes, fun dancing = one happy Jessrawk. It was even quoteunquote my birthday last night. Supreme.
I'm not missing anything or anyone these days. That's a first in a long time, I think.
Now that I'm staring at a blank screen, I've lost all I wanted to say. So it goes.
Get outside. [An order, but also a supercool shoe store on Queen St West, ha!]
'You mean I've had it wrong for a year and a half?!'
