Thoughts

Even thought I sometimes wonder if I really did make the correct
choice, I know I did. Being away for a day makes me nutty. Thinking of
coming home makes me so happy I almost burst. Before it was the
opposite, being away made me happy and returning made me sad. But how
could I be sad when I know it's you I'm coming back to? Our amazing
life, our sweet cat baby, our tiny comfortable apartment, and awe-
inspiring, amazing you.

One night away is one too many. Althought it does make me realize what
I love in my life and what makes me infinitely happy and that's our
life together.

Bad Days

It's been a bad day.
Another bad day
And all I wanna do is look at you and know I'm okay.
From where I'm sitting
Your shoes ain't fitting.
And I'm walking backwards
Looking down.
Don't see the sky
I see the ground.
Above, below, you look and so you wonder
Whether time is going to be looking up
Tomorrow's on the way.
Above, below, you look and so you say,
"When I wake up in the morning is it going to be another ugly day?"

Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows.

This week, NOT being Italian is my biggest fault. 

It's hard feeling totally isolated at home. 

Four more days and then back to the normal. 

I can't wait. Maybe it's selfish, but I miss having at least a little alone time with you. Even lunch today sucked...and lunch is ALWAYS my favorite meal. 

Brooklyn's Last Snow

No photos, but it did snow today in Brooklyn. It was beautiful. I'm sure it's the last one for the season, and, as much as I like snow, I'm ready for summer. I'm ready for winter to be over, I'm ready for a new season, and I'm ready to feel like it's a fresh start. 

Luisa comes tomorrow, Daniele is so excited. I'm so nervous. I wish I spoke more Italian. 

The Pea Pea Head is doing well. Was at the vet for a sinus infection, but that seems to be clearing up, hurrah! Her mom and dad are tired of her sneezing in our face, as cute as she may be, cat spit is not a flattering look. 

Eff the Haters.

This is all I need.

LOVE.

Our new baby! Haha.

blimey

I wish I had never met you. You make my life completely horrible. Everything you do turns my relationships to shit. At this point, I don't hope for anything from you. I wish you'd just disappear and leave me alone. 

Idon't need you to text me that John Martyn died ((I can read, thanks)), that you're not with her anymore (( I don't care)), or that you know I got married ((good for me, stalker)).

Fuck off. Leave me alone. I'm happy and you can't help yourself, you just have to try and ruin it. Not anymore.