My dearest friend Ghey, the Operatic Italian Spectacular!, has finally returned to my life and I'm absolutely euphoric about it. In the last few days, we've been attempting to fill each other in on everything and it's been surprising how much we've both changed in forty days.

It got me thinking about my friends who I haven't talked to forever and how different I've felt in the last six months. I guess the whole point of living is to change and evolve and grow into the next phase of one's life. It's always a surprise when you realize how far along you've come in the amount of time you've done it in.

Let me introduce you to me where I am today.


I swear way too much. I don't spend enough time by myself. I'm borderline-OCD. The only secrets I don't keep are my own. I like limericks. When I get overwhelmed with life, I listen to the crap music I listened to in high school at terrifying volumes. I find myself far more amusing than anyone else does. I wish I was as cool as my dad. I change my nail color once a week, but I only have four colors. I over-romanticize my memories. I fucking hate white wine. I miss Duluth something fierce. My pride gets in the way of a lot of things. "Storms" by Fleetwood Mac makes me cry every time I hear it. My best friend calls me "The Scandal Maker" for a really good reason. I don't think I will ever make enough money and I'm not nearly as worried about that as I should be. I secretly listen to a lot of Damien Rice. I walk around Minneapolis by myself a lot. I spend a good amount of time with my brother. I have a lot of friends in bands and boy, do I live vicariously through them. I am going to be in a wedding in nineteen days and I have no idea what I'm going to wear.

And I'm pretty fucking cool.