Mina.

I posted some crazy shit here last night. Sometimes, I have a little bit too much to drink and let my heart bleed in front of anyone that will listen. Honesty is good, but discretion is important. The point of my rant last night is that I am a huge proponent of free love, but free sex is something altogether different. Love is the point. Love easily. Love everyone. Share something with someone that really means something. But everyone is so guarded. We pretend not to feel for so long that I think some of us really forget how. And apathy is so unattractive. So the point of it all, I suppose, is that I'm over everyone being such a pussy. I'm just over it.

Laying in bed with one of the pups watching Dracula now. Going to get dressed in a bit and walk into town for a cup of tea. Such a beautiful day.

Also, I would kill for these bedazzled high-waisted undies.

yayaya.

Suelta la mi amor.

I had an epiphany tonight. One of my best ladies said something to me yesterday that really annoyed me. But the reason it annoyed me was because I knew it was true, and I just didn't want to admit it.

Also, I cannot sleep.

There is a song that I wanted to post, but I can't find it anywhere. It's an old soul jam by Homer Banks. It goes something like "It's good to be careful, but it's better, baby, to be loved." Wise words.

hasty.

Feeling uneasy today. Wanting to say things, but biting my tongue instead. Feeling like that's probably my best option. At least for the time being.