what is love. my homies.

Namaste blog tribe My homies and I have been chatting love recently. Last night I had an intersting conversation about the concept of Love. I love everyone. Even human creatures that I up front can't stand, deep down I love them. I have to. Even my ex-husband who I really can't stand, I still have to love him universally. Otherwise I think I'd be a shitty human, that's just how I live. So during our love conversation I naturally bitched about...

up picking

In the midst of stumbling on and off my face lately, I fell through the door yesterday to my very quiet apartment and was immediately unhappy. I kind of reckon Artists have a unique pain thresh hold. And since I hold on to this "every low is followed by a fabulous happiness" I really make a legit effort to limp through. However, some days I suck at it. And yes, it is still a traumatic reaction to an ex-partner's uselessness. I've finally come to...

sia. chandelier. girls. drinks.

First of all, Sia: Chandelier ... you're welcome. Last night over Shiraz with my girlfriend, she put me onto Sia. Apparently Sia is from Australia, I can't lie - I never heard of her the nine years I spent living there, but I live a deliberately sheltered existence in many ways. Which sounds peculiar considering I live in midtown Manhattan... I digress. Chandelier by Sia is my currently favorite song. This usually changes every two or three...

city running and sooking

Now that I'm finished sooking for five or ten minutes, there are many other more interesting and entertaining things that have occurred in between. For example, I field-tripped to Brooklyn a few days ago. There was live music and an eventual dance party in my living room. The evening concluded with nachos on the sidewalk around 1am. Oh and laughter. There was a lot of joy and laughter that day. Also, I recently roamed the Bowery in the summer...

get out of my head space

Namaste blog tribe I still feel shit. The worst part about the crash-like low times is the literal sitting around and waiting for it to pass. It has to pass. One of my best friends killed himself in April. I never mentioned it in these parts because I wasn't ready, I'm probably still not. But considering that two of my best friends have now killed themselves over depression, in the past 20 months, I can't help but think of them both when I get...

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