Rendezvous
01 January 09 : 05.22 AM
2008 felt a bit like disillusionment. No longer looking at the world through rose-tinted glasses. More cynical than hopeful. Less depressed but not living either. Didn't I use to be that thing that lit lavender-flavored candles and soak my rose quartz ball in moon bath and listened to sigur rós to sleep? I wonder when it all stopped. 2008 was almost, all about a boy. But so was 2007.
Tonight, the girls and I headed down to Arab Street, the same place I was at last year as well. I was surrounded by people I love and enjoy being with, so that was perfect in itself. Choked full of laughter. At 11.40pm, Helme called. He wanted to get to me before the lines got busy. He said to me, "2009 is going to be fucking awesome. Because you're gonna be spending it with me."
New year does this to you. It makes you think about renewal and change and hope and all that bullshit. Once in a while, it makes you think about loss too. But not tonight at least, because this feels good right now.