Sometimes you have amazing news, and the only person you want to tell is the only person you can't possibly talk to. And then everything goes grey for a while. But it's fine.

On a lighter note

I'm thinking about growing my hair out.

I miss the dead

That's all. People, pets (also people), lost friends. I miss them. I still expect that they're waiting on the other end of a very delayed email. Oh, they'll get back to me eventually. We'll have that next conversation. We'll reminisce about the old days.

But we won't. Or rather, we will, but only in my head.

The Triumphant Return of Isley Says Things

"man, people steal hats WAY too much in dance movies"

"step up movies are like Harry Potter...I'm starting to suspect the best house doesn't always win"