So I'm starting to get the OC confusion I get when I'm here too long and I start attaching willy nilly like some kind of suction cup that only sticks to things on the West Coast that once were a part of my life. Does that make any sense? I could probably explain better but I'm late to go to dinner with my parents and the guy I went to prom with. See what I'm saying?
See, for the first couple days I was here I had a head full of New York and was like, What kind of vacation is this if my head hasn't given up all this junk?" And now New York feels so far away it kind of scares me. But then I've been here before and usually once I'm on the plane I'm plunged back into my old life which is my new life but you know what I mean. Unless you don't. Also, I'm not loving "plunged" but couldn't think of a better word.
And do I have a puppy yet? No.
Anyway, just wanted to say a quick hello. I'll be back to regular blogging and perhaps even being funny very soon, I promise. I miss all of you!