do you know I’ve never spelled it that way?
I’ve been feeling uninspired lately. My life’s gone from 150mph to a slow turtle’s pace. (oK , I’m done with the pity party I swear)– and so I have..different material to work with–what that means for you guys is blog posts that are less sex, more JOON.
because I even forgot to bring my little friend to my new place. (Let’s see how long I can hold out on this one.
Just so we’re clear. This post isn’t an ODE to mY loneliness POST, and this post is NOT about me hating on Persian men– which is code for: DONE BEING SINGLE, SWOOP ME UP DOODOOL TALA! just keeding.
its about depth. and depth-y people (I just created that adjective).
& Just to set the mood, I feel deep when I listen to this song:
SO wtf do we mean, when we say someone’s “really deep”?
Does it mean they’re spiritual? They recite cryptic poetry? Or that they’ve been through a lot of crazy sh!t in their life?
And how do you measure this “Depth”? cause clearly, humans aren’t actual swimming pools.
Although I wish people would have some sort of obvious marker for safety purposes– like “7 feet”, “5 1/2 feet”, “WADING POOL”.