The above image reads: Walking Street Whore. 
For the past few months it seems as though I haven't had much to say. I don't know where my words went. Perhaps they were hibernating, perhaps they were recreating some sad sort of homeward bound rendition and finally made their way back to where they belong, or perhaps they have been here all along patiently awaiting my attention.  Life is good, nay, life is great. For one very solid thing, I am not making my way in the world as a walking street whore. Turns out that even though I never put much thought into imagining it in the days of my youth, there is life after college. And in all honesty my words may have just been hidden behind all of the fantastic opportunities that I've had the recent pleasure of meeting. When there is so much to do and all of it exciting and worthwhile it makes sense that true loves can be, if only for a moment, forgotten. Fear not dear lugvely blog, my heart and my head realized their horrible error and you will not soon be abandoned! Today, I will leave you with this simple photo that brings a smile to my face as it reminds me of warm Sunday nights full of uncontrollable laughter as the snow flurried outside. And of course, my very favorite word: whore. 

p.s. It is 1:35 am and (12 hours after laundry) I have no desire to put sheets on my bed.