Italy

This is what Florence looks like right now. I love Christmas in Italy. It’s so beautiful. The tourists though. I KNOW you want to visit but could you do it after I leave? I can’t pick up dog doodie while…

I actually have no idea why I’m writing about this but I’m going to do it anyways. It’s your lucky day! So, I have to personally take Oliver out at least twice every day. This gives me anxiety. Cleaning up…

My mother told me that the first time I tried to run away I was nine months old. How can a baby run away at nine months old you might ask? Apparently I was like one of those babies in horror movies. The creepy ones that walk and talk and then attack someones face.

When a wedding is in the air everyone takes a side. On the left we generally have the cynics, those who have been hurt, shattered, jaded into the defensive. For this group love equals pain, they forget about it, lock it away, and scoff at it. On the right we have the crazy people: The hopeless romantics.

There are so many empty moments between coffee cups and cigarette drags, between the filled moments of love and hate. What does any of it matter? I talk to friends who have it all and still they have nothing, and…

The truth is that I’m scared. Sure, anyone can lose anyone they love at anytime. People change, grow apart, fall in love with someone else, lots of things can happen in a lifetime. But, it’s entirely different to start your life with someone convinced that they are possibly in love with someone else.

“Only in Italy is it prefered to drink yourself retarded in the shadow of a massive cross.”