cat hair, one of the many things I'm not writing about

I am full--filled right to the brim with things to think about. And as I've noticed before, the more stuff I have to write about, the less time I have to write about it--hence the lack of posts.

Offline life is in "full fart" (Full speed. And yes, it is still a little funny that fart means speed in Swedish) and I can't pause quite yet to write anything down. But, I can see the calm in the distance and its called December. Just. Got. To. Get. Through. This. Insane. Month.

Give me some time to sort some things out. I might need a week.

In the meantime, I'll leave you with images of my latest dillemma. Namely, what the hell I should do with a certain boy who bounced into my life on Friday, shit in my bathroom, tore at my curtains, left his hair all over the place, and managed to charm the pants off me.