Mix Tapes

I haven't been writing lately because I'm an idiot and I backed myself into a corner in finals week, and I've had about four hours of sleep every night trying to get it all together on time. This isn't what I'd like to be doing, but I don't really have a choice. It gets pretty lonely up there in my room, even though there are people and cats in close quarters all the time. I miss you. I really miss you. So I just thought, when I had a moment, I'd make you something.

Last time I made a mix tape, I felt like it was unwanted and a waste. I don't know if you know this about me, but I spend hours on these, drawing a cover, writing the liner notes, agonizing over the song order and whether or not the lyrics will send the right message. And to have that put on a shelf, hidden so no one would see it, never thanked, and never reminded about it again, that stung. The person may as well have thrown it in my face. I was angry. I didn't want to do it anymore. But I bounced back in time. I made them for me. And for the first time in ages, I made one for someone else. And it came to me easy.

I feel creative and happy now, even though I'm exhausted. That was exactly what I wanted to do with my afternoon. And then I had the brilliant idea to wrap it up and leave it as a surprise. I didn't get to see the look on your face when you opened it, but I can imagine it, and the thought of that makes me smile. And feeling inspired to do things like that for another person for the first time in forever, now that's really something.

In other news,


"Inch for inch, the human male has the largest penis of all the primates."
"Really? I thought it was the horse."
"... the horse is not a primate."

- conversation just had in my living room. Guess who shared this little gem. Hint: the fucking pre-med studying for anatomy on the couch.