hello. it's me again. new year, but don't worry, i'm still exactly the same, maybe just a few days older.
a week's passed already. i think it's going at a pretty decent speed, for once - i'm tired, i always hate holidays, but that's okay. i'm going home this friday.
i'm writing an album. yeah, a proper one - i don't have a title for it yet, but i have some lines.
"bury me in a ditch and call me lover." "leaving crosses on the side of the road." "come into me, bullfighter, rip this red cape off me." "but i am not naive, i've been used before / if you love more than my womb, you can take what you want from me."
apparently it's snowing back home. i can't wait to be back in the mountains and see it for myself. i'm going to stay inside all day, live off of black tea and microwave lasagna and write until my fingers turn blue. make love to the words and spit them out. bleh.
i have a good feeling about this year. which is saying something; i'm usually pretty pessimistic. just another year and all, but this one's gonna be a good one, i think.
xoxo, mikey.
p.s.: here are some pics from new years
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