i’m in a bit of a “funk” this morning… why? cold weather, underactive thyroid gland, dead cat, trust issues? i don’t fucking know.
i was given a copy of susan atkins’s autobiography for my birthday; there are a couple paragraphs in which she describes her relationship with charles manson that i found myself relating to. after a couple years of manipulation & emotional abuse (also harassment & being stalked), it’s safe to say that dating someone is kinda terrifying to me. even if you think someone is awesome & funny & sweet & sexy.
my weekend starts in 8 hours… 3 days of drinking, dancing, hiking, hot springs-ing, mandolin & keyboard playing, and yoga should cheer me up.
