Musing

I drink too much.

I crave a woman with fat thighs to remind me how fun going down on someone new can be.

Memory, truth, emotional experience, and the unconscious. WTF?

I got a tattoo.

I was so much older then. I’m younger than that now.

What is it that draws me to women who make me feel bad, who fail to keep me in mind in the ways for which I long?

I’m a big fan of clear, respectful communication.

I contend with an omnipresent sense of deadness.

I’m hungry for people. I’m hungry for Jude.

I want you. Forever.