Friday Notes:

I spent all morning on Tumblr and didn’t watch the news, so now I don’t know how warm today will be, but knowing it’s January, in Colorado, my guess is cold.
I didn’t write this, but it makes me laugh– “The only B word you should call a woman is Beautiful.  Bitches love to be called beautiful.”

13 days.  I feel like Frank the rabbit from Donnie Darko with this damn countdown.

I’m going to make a video later today, I think, as an update for people who don’t read good.  Well.  They don’t read well.

It’s Friday.  Do you really want to be skimming my blog or out reading a book, drinking coffee, or skateboarding?  I thought so.  My life is far less intriguing than landing that last jump of the day before the cops come and tell you there’s no skating here.  I wish I learned to skate.  I fell off too many times.  Pain and I were never close friends.  I tolerate it better than most girls, getting tattoos, migraines and the like.  But I don’t want to go out of my way for pain, unless there’s a cool story to tell after.

With this bullshit said, I hope you guys have a great Friday.  I know I sure will, packing my stuff, and listening to more Atmosphere than is probably considered normal.

I'm 26. Lost and in transition. I don't have the answers, just thoughts.