wow, between spoonfuls of Trader Joe's Belgian Chocolate pudding (so luscious! so creamy!) and the best letter-from-a-friend I've received since, I don't know, there was a frost in Echo Park, things have suddenly become a lot more cheery:
Darling, if you ever ever need to talk to someone at any time of the
day about something that's fucking with you, just call me aiight.
I'll always be here to listen. I really do know how it is.
A small reminder though, is that we're in our 20's. This is the time
to be discontent. We're still working towards a future. We're the
lucky ones that don't already have babies and aren't forced to live
out any specific path that we chose as kids- you know. We're among
that young, educated, creative class of lucky bitches who can
actually chose a future in a career that we find fulfilling and be
picky about the people we keep around. We've got years and years to
pick and chose. You've only been single for a tiny bit, and I assure
you, we'll run into a bunch a great folks. With one or more of them,
I'm certain we'll find that deep intellectual and physical connection
we seek and deserve. We should be enjoying the chase damn it. Cuz
we're cute AND smart AND motivated AND soooo far ahead of the game.
Its not even fucking funny!!!
'Jah