Where Have I Been?

In a land without a computer, for one thing. But now I have mine back! So that's a bucket of hooray.

There was also: strep throat, sprained ankle, bronchitis, stomach flu, family drama, work madness, holiday crazies.

In between all that, there was the two year anniversary of this blog (holy crapanoli), birthdays, being poor, threesomes, a rodent infestation (not as hot as threesomes), career reconsideration, sex with hot crying, wicked awesome getting closer to the boyfriend time, a play party in Brooklyn, growing my hair long, miniskirts, and discovering that I make the best sweet potato pie in the fucking universe.

I've been locked in like two of the hardest months I can remember. But yet, still, hope, love, possibility, and all that good stuff.

Because I mean, life can suck, but it's still life. At least I'm not, like, dead.

No, honestly.

Someone I know has been going through chemotherapy and something she read somewhere left a big impression on her: the time when you're going through chemotherapy might be tough, but it's still time. It's still life. Don't wish it away. And that's one of the greatest most awesomest "duhs" I've ever heard. Like what the hell am I complaining about? My hard times are NOTHING compared to others' hard times. And in between all the shit in my life there are always pockets of beauty. And the beauty comes mostly because I'm loved. Not cuz I'm getting skinny or cuz I'm pretty or cuz I fuck a lot or cuz I live in New York City. It's because I'm loved.

And because I can have multiple orgasms and I can eat Ethiopian food in the West Village and fall asleep with my boyfriend's hand on my cunt while I'm in in fleece pajamas. Sometimes all in the same day.

Life's aight.