Quick! Call the medics!

Both by popular request and because I love it - boobs and all.

I get the weirdest shit stuck in my head from time to time.

Lately, I’ve been waking up with Florence + the Machine’s “Only If For A Night” stuck in my head. But just one part of it. The same part. Every morning.

The grass was so green against my new clothes
And I did cartwheels in your honor, dancing on tiptoes
My own secret ceremonials before the service began,
In the graveyard, doing handstands.

And I heard your voice as clear as day,
And you told me I should concentrate,
It was all so strange, And so surreal,
That a ghost should be so practical.



Dad’s been on my mind a lot more than usual lately. For a lot of reasons… and I have no doubt that this definitely has something to do with that.

In a weird kind of way, it reminds me of running around St. Mike’s looking for my Godfather… both oddly fitting, and oddly inappropriate.

Just another bit of me being me, I guess.