getting weird

Oh hey! I decided to start a blog. This part of my life is just getting too wild and I'd like to remember it. Maybe I'd like to let some people in on it too, so here we are. A blog. I can't adequately present the story thus far. Won't even try. Notable plot elements include love, heartbreak, procreation, lots of moving and room mates, copious amounts of shopping, a swedish clothing store, intoxication, tears and even a love pentagram (hilariously?). I don't know. Life is really funny. I'm typing out this nonsense from my longest known best friend's mom's basement, where I live now. Well, I live in the whole house (she's leaving to go work as a videographer and counselor at a summer camp soon), but hang out in her comfy basement that's full of the most interesting things. This place is big and isolated and has a good feel to it, but it's miles and miles away from the city I used to live with. I used to live downtown- super close to friends and my work and anywhere I liked to go. Now I'm out in the wilderness, pretty much, right next to the mountains. I feel like I'm on some kind of detox retreat. I guess I am. I had a lot to get away from in Denver. A divorce and a subsequent passionate but terrible fling (that's still painful to think about), too much partying, a very stressful job, a messy unsettled house that never felt like home...gross. This has been my year of discontent. Last month was the worst month of my life. Now things are still strange, but quiet and peaceful. I'm here to lay low and rest. I look eagerly towards the future. elfa.

closure and respite

A gaggle of hoes on Easter Sunday that I sorely miss.

Last night as I was standing outside the H&M in spiked Litas and a worn-out olive military parka, I was mostly thinking "Whywhywhy are you doing this, you stupid hoe! Have you learned nothing!?" It was fine though.
We were friends that worked out whatever needed working out without fighting.
In a reference my friend Lindsay will understand, the spell has lifted.
I could not be happier or more optimistic about my situation right now. It sort of feels like I have nothing. I'm really starting over.
I said goodbye to him this morning and got on the train back to Denver to say goodbye to another dear friend. When they get back in two months, things will be better.
In the meantime this scary bitch is gonna work hard, lay off the substances and food, and work on my wardrobe. You know, important things. I have nothing but love and hope for my friends, near and far.

Oh yeah, my nails are sick.

 -elfa.