guest post: ELOISEEEEEEEY

Jarvis, Jarvis, Jarvis, Betty, Betty, Betty, Betty, Toya, Toya, Toya, Toya.

Hyperactive pets that I'm not quite sure I'll ever be ready for despite being a self professed five year old masquerading as a twenty-something.

We're sitting here in a house full of glass doors and tables, sipping tea and being molested by cocker spaniels. Our Special K had chocolate flakes in it. We're sporting bed-hair that would give Conor Oberst a run for his money. (If he has any... His solo album was a little country. It was a much more seamless transition than the time Madonna attempted it. Not that anyone was paying attention!)

I'm staying with my best friend/soul-mate who has adopted me for some heavy duty heart healing, and despite the fact that my clothes smell like puppy and that trains and buses freak me out - this is exactly where I want to be. This is exactly where I need to be.

It's been less than a day and I already feel like I'm finding my words again... a little. Baby steps in adult shoes. There is no real reason for this post. I just wanted to commandeer the blog for a little while and to also thank Maddie for the midnight therapy session last night, rescuing me from Central station and adopting me right when I needed it.

It used to be difficult describing our friendship because it seems so unbelievable, so this is all I'll say for now: She's my hero, pulse and parachute all rolled into one. The constant voice in the back of my head reminding me: "You're not Kurt Cobain."

And I know everything will be okay eventually.





After all, I'd rather smell like cocker spaniel than teen spirit.



Edit from Maddie: my friends are golden. and make metaphysics better.