spare a bullet senorita

my power went out last night.  creeeeepy.  but it was because of the most wicked storm.  i watched out the window with my mom for a long while in the dark and thought of how much i’d miss her if i moved.

yup, off topic.  but i’m mulling it over.  moving that is.  (because i can.  why else?)

its lonely around here.  its getting cold.  all the people i talk to these days tell me its lonely around here.  isn’t that funny.  we’re all together, and we’re all so isolated within ourselves.  or something.

at three in the morning everything came on again, like a circus coming to life, downstairs .. now THAT was the creepy part.  not the storm.