you all ought to thank the outlaw for saving you from an insufferable post about loneliness and not being built for love. i had just pulled my weeping ass off the bed and had worked myself into a real tizzy, aimed and ready to fire.

but then the phone rang and it was him. and while the tears flowed for a bit longer, they eventually stopped and all the pitful imagery i had planned on subjecting you to has been lost.

now, i’m being smug and listening to ryan adams and pondering cleaning the kitchen.