It is that evening when the wprld falls apart, and all because we have to change our calendars and ritualistically attempt to drink ourselves into a coma.
The latter I am attempting with great enthusiasm.
I am feeling great and tired and pissed off and stressed and guilt-ridden and tipsy and loving and naive and missing people.
It has been too darn long since seeing and talking to everyone!
This time next week I will have moved... scary...
Oh, and I am wearing a skirt...
Loving you
Happy new calendars people!
x Kim X