i’m wearing old one-wired orangey today. i didn’t have the time or emotional fortitude to deal with anything else. i was up until 3:30 this morning talking on the phone with The Reporter — making any sort of morning decision making impossible.

there’s so much more i need to say, but i can’t seem to organize it in my head. the words are pushing at each other and fighting for attention, but none of them are making any sense. today i’m wearing that secret crush grin and it’s kind of nice because it’s giving me the shivers. even though it should not be. because we (meaning me and my other personalities) should be totally discouraging this crush. it’s bad

BAD! hear that? bad! i think i need some sort of crush-aversion therapy.