Pop Tart

I've been having thoughts lately. The kind I would write down if I were sitting down to my typewriter as I had them. But I never was. And I pretended that introspection's majesty lies in its internalization. I changed my mind. A thought's majesty lies in the possibility that it could affect another's thoughts. Interactions, relationships, discussions, opinions, arguments, agreements, realizations, after all, make the world go round. More so than, in my opinion, fat bottoms ever did. But hey.

Also, I dance wildly in computer chairs. In the wee hours of the morning. To Lady Gaga. Adios, Indie. Helloooo pop, love, and happiness.

Happy summer, loves.