Where do you go when you're lonely, where do you go when you're blue?
I just noticed I posted two lyrical excerpts in a row that mentioned sun. This seems an appropriate time to explain that I’m recently trying a new lens on life. It’s this thing where I project only positive energy so I can receive only positive energy back from the universe. It’s like that whole “I’m rubber and you’re glue” crap, but this time I’m harnessing the power that once humiliated me on the playground. I’m trying to be effing sunshine-y!
It works. For a little. Until I’m alone with my thoughts and intentions. This week has lasted an eternity.
My favorite animated feature film is still “Anastasia.”
Not only did that moving scare the living daylights out of me, but I also became convinced for some time that I was heir to the Romonav throne. It’s a logical train of thought for any small child. I have brown hair. I have blue eyes. I am half Russian. I am unhappy with my current living situation and am better suited to royalty. Anastiasia shares all these characteristics.