Ok! so I've been busy

Ok, so I've been busy. So have you.

To Duluth:
I was raised on a bed of rock
I have granite in my bones
And though my home's a distant thought
My heart's still made of stone

So I'm kind of seeing this new guy

So, I'm kind of seeing this new guy. I'd forgotten how delicious the anticipation of a new relationship can be. 75% of my day is consumed by questions: "I wonder if he likes Dylan? Can he dance? Should I show him my poetry?" I've decided I want to be "the artist" in his dating memoir. I'll be his muse, or maybe he'll be mine. He'll teach me to appreciate wine and write songs about me. I'll show him how to embrace his inner hippie and write short stories about all the amazing things he says. It will be very Cusakian.