bionicfemme

Talked with Grrlhavoc for hours again last night with all the lights off and me swaddled in my comforter like a little caterpillar. Caterpillars are these tiny, fuzzy black bundles of fluff, and that's what my head looked like peeping out from the covers. She said if she would have been here she would have cuddled me and played with my hair. I know I have, like, no hair, but I still like it when someone runs their fingers through it and it makes me sleepy.

I guess that's sort of a woman thing. I'd never dated a guy that wanted to run his fingers through my hair and make me all drowsy and cuddle with me. If any guys are reading this, do that with your girlfriends! They'll appreciate it.

I wish Grrlhavoc was here, I miss her even though we've never met. I wish I could just randomly pack three days worth of clothes and supplies and just haul ass to Houston, not tell my friends or relatives or professors, just leave all responsibility behind.

Lately I feel my writing is hitting a standstill and I think I should do something completely irresponsible and spontaneous to ignite my creative flame. Everything around here is becoming a daily routine, I want something intense that takes me to new places and out of my comfort zone.

I want a new experience, an adventure, a revolution.

What should I do?