I'm a darkly tanned, happy fatty.

I'm so happy. So internally fulfilled, free, and amazing. I have so much to share... the islands were amazing... disjointed memories, making love, and toes in the sand. Sea turtles, waves, whales, Geo Trackers, and memories. So many memories. And a man who took my heart very quickly. His name first Name's John, middle name Henry. He's a steel driving man, and if only I were making that up.

I'm in love with so many things. I can't wait to project my joy on the rest of the world. So much more later. I have to find my keys. I'm home again-- finding my keys is a real adventure after all this time.

And for now, a good old fashioned stalking:

"From:
Subject: hiya
Date: Sat Mar 12, 2005 01:34 PM

i see you in Whole Foods all the time, you're very cute.

and you have cool clothes 🙂

how are you?"

Not such a bad note to find in your box when you arrive home. I do have cool clothes.

So, last night I went to Julia's for a little shindig. Never been to her place, its over in Washington Circle-- totally way fun. She lives with Cole, my ex's ex. Weird, but lovely good time.

They all went drunk diner-ing afterwards, and seeing as how I ate a peanut butter hamburger while in Hawaii, I needed not a bit of Diner. That said, I rode with them up to Adams Morgan from Washington Circle to hang out on the way (and the cab fare is less expensive from U street). We took a friend of there's ride. I made the executive decision after getting out to go home instead of eating, and the group told me to hop back in the car and catch a ride home with their friend. So, I went to the SUV hopped in and the dude asked me where I lived.

Soooooo wasn't their friend. STILL took the ride.

Yep Yep.

I'm trashy, ya'll. And I think he was straight. Nothing happened-- but god damned.

Its good to be home.