In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not taking this blog as seriously as you might think. I’m more about having the outlet, and it eventually being a THING, but never THE thing. It is nice to have a place to speak freely, flaunt my weirdness if you will. And occasionally say the things that I am not able to speak directly.
I love flamingos. I can’t tell you why—perhaps because I love the color pink? Or that I find them visually appealing. It definitely has NOTHING to do with their stank-asses in real life….honestly, which display at the zoo smells worse than the flamingos? Perhaps the elephants, but only if they have just taken a Titanic size dump right by the fence. Or the otters—-they generally tend to smell. I don’t know why I love them, but I do—they make me happy, they make me smile, and for some reason—they make me feel tall. I’m just laying out my feelings. It’s not all hard times, and asshole-kids, and helicopter-parents…..sometimes, it’s just telling you something that makes me happy.
As for missing…..this time of year always has me pensive and sad thinking about relationships that are over, whether it was a great boyfriend from college, or someone who was my best friend…but if you know how important you were to me at one point in our lives, know that even in my quiet distance, I still miss you.