doorbell rang around eight and I thought it was UPS again, since my roommate’s business cards came in yesterday, I assumed it was something of mine that I’d been waiting on
I didn’t want to answer it as I had been wrapped up in my cocoon of sadness, I figured they’d come back again tomorrow
then it kept ringing and ringing and I was like “wtf go away” and it just kept ringing
it was Matt, and I was a-ok with that
so far, this is the only part I am slightly ok with of this 36”x36” face portrait
I’m good, I’m okay.
A friend came over and we bought a bunch of chocolate and are going to eat that pie together. yeah
I’m seriously sitting in my car, outside of my apartment complex, crying to myself right now and I don’t even know why.
it’s crazy how often I prefer to be alone, but at the same time, I don’t want to be
and it’s not like I want to “hang out” I just want to be with someone, doing our own things but in the same general space
that’s all I want right now
calling people “daddy” is kind of weird,
but calling people”daddy-o” is
before we went back to kc, we dropped by this multi-story flea market,
I scored some old Hawkeye, Defenders and West Coast Avengers comics.
am proud of self
so, this weekend wound up being p rad, minus what happened last night, but things seem to be ok now?
heading back to KC soon