visitors are like clock thieves

They steal your time. Like mad.

I don’t really need a post to tell you I’ve found myself on hiatus as of late, due to a trip to Boracai combined with a visit from a friend back home (my first!), combined with a new girl, combined with the realization, thanks to the friend and girl, of how very different I am, and trying to piece out what happened to my old skin, as a friend recently put it. If you’re looking for something to read while I’m not here, check out said friend’s new blog. Frankly, I’m jealous, as I won’t be able to steal her ideas lock, stock, and barrel and make them sound like my own wonderous creations anymore. Being original is hard and time-consuming, people.

Incidentally, having your brother and your best friend of countless years together creates a maelstrom that will never, ever end up in your favour. Ever. The memories, still fresh, continue to draw tears. I’m a sensitive soul suffering here.