G’day mi familia of global blog love
I was pondering how fine my husband is this morning – thought I’d blog about it.
Last year around exactly this time, life was pretty suck. Don’t get it twisted, there are always moments of fabulous when we really look around… but I was essentially taking mental “New York New York New York!” beatings on the daily.
… God I love being back.
Had anyone told me that a husband-boy was lurking local and would manifest on my doorstep six months after a decade-long Aussie hiatus, I probably wouldn’t have believed them.
Never say never I learn again.
Something else I learned, or recalled I supposed, is that Facebook is the devil. I’ve gone from nothing to fan page to profile to fan page and blissfully back to nothing.
I have a blog. Why the f@ck to I need f%c&book?
I started organizing my writing this evening. Watch out world. Words all over. And music, naturally.
I can’t breathe when you talk to me… I can’t breathe when you’re touching me… I suffocate when you’re away from me… So much love you take from me…