it’s hard not to pay attention when you get your face smashed into the ground.  its been a strange week and a half.  i lost my voice, acquired a crazy stalker, got my voice back, then pummeled myself head first into some lawn chairs, and now i’ve got blisters lining the insides of my throat.  i’ve teetered between the thoughts of, ‘am i dying?’ and ‘good god, i’ve never felt more alive in my life.’

it’s some effed up shit.  but i’ve realized.. this is living.  and i love it.  something about feeling constant physical pain mixed with the unsettling feeling caused by a crazy person’s ‘affections’ for you just kind of wakes you up a bit.  and suddenly everything around me is humming that old familiar tune that is beauty and life..  

so congratulations me, you’re alive.