and by "you" I mean nothing, because I'm not at all lost. I think.
Jeebus, I feel like such a hack whenever I come here, because I let my career *gasp* as a LMT get the best of me. So I know longer spout the bitter stanza's of an unlucky lonely girl with monotone-esque observations about a life of angst and sticky situations with a slight desire to be in love but not a direction to go or motivation to tie it all together, with a penchant for run-on sentences. No, that's not me anymore. See, three years ago I started going to school to me a Massage Therapist, and shortly after that I met love in a pizza joint. Romantic, I know. And now with a