THAT ONE TIME I GOT TO MEET MY FAVORITE WRITER (well, living writer, anyway) BECAUSE I GOT SWEET CONNECTIONS.
i am actually besides myself.
BESIDE MYSELF.
i can't. i have no idea what to wear. or to say. or how i will be anything but a total spaz for the next two weeks.
i need to pull my shit together.
it's a 20 min skype date. and we wont all be in the fame. i'm ridiculous. i'm getting down off the ledge. Getting out of the deep end, you know...calming the eff down.
BUT I'M DYING ABOUT IT.
LISA.IS.MY.GIRL
ALWAYS AND FOREVER. sweet baby j. she makes my life better.
her life is kinda cray right now. Her heart is real big and soft and watching her hurt for other people makes my heart hurt...so just pray for her, cool?
she's the best kind of human, so it's def. prayers well prayed.
i'll do the splits over the gap for that girl, more than just stand in it. If you know me, you know that not a single part of my body is flexible except my thumb. and even that's risky.
BUT ANNIE AND LISA and all God's people said....
my life is crazy cool.
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