I sometimes wonder who people really are.

I sometimes wonder who i really am.

Like, im so sure of myself, and then i look in the mirror and go ….”Who the fuck?”

Am i the only one who has crisis-moments like these where i shimmy and shake right out of all my clothes and plan my future plastic surgeries and hope to god i still have somewhat of a figure when im 50..?

Is it just me? It cant be just me.

I dont know what is with me today.

I probably just need sleep since i stayed up way too late and had a drink or two before attempting to sing harmonies to All American Rejects songs at the bar with Lauren and Lauren.

I have two friends named lauren.

Lauren D, actually, is one of the first “new” friends i have made in years.

We hang out and talk regularly and she is pretty and sweet.

Making friends with her really restored my faith in my ability to make and maintain new friendships. Its super hard to make friends with people because im so like down for new things, and slightly gnarly as far as personality goes, so i really need someone whom i can say ANYTHING to.

I say a lot of things.

Here i am, are you still reading?

We could be friends.