"Let's go back to the stars."

This song used to mean something totally different for me. Ok, so it meant about the same, but about someone else. I really do have Jon out of my head and it makes me happy. Now I'm just all heartbroken over exboyfriend. Yeah, big improvement.

I've been working on this heartbroken CD. It needs a little more work, but I've almost got it done.

HOLY FUCK. I keep making typos. It's driving me crazy.

So, I'm not so sick any more. YEA! But holy shit I'm achy. Maybe that's from the fire dancing practice? And the four hours I spend yesterday scrubbing oil off the cubbards? HA! I got it off though!! The kitchen looks better! I still have plenty more to tackle, but at least I made a dent! But I think I may have sprained my wrist in the process.

I'm not sure how quitting smoking is going. I made it 36 hours, got a pack. I had the last cigarette of that pack this morning. That was about three hours ago and I'm feeling pretty OK. I'm sure the withdrawls will start to sink in soon, but for the time being I don't care about smoking. That's better than before, when I couldn't stop crying. I'm getting better. That makes me happy.

"What's your crime?"

I want to take pictures. Really, really badly.