im going to florida in 5 days and i cant contain my insides. im an antsy little ant. a wandering wanderlust. winter in the city is not a beautiful wonderland - at least not after new years. its slush, grey, and wind traps. its misery, squared. no, its snug squared. skintight. i want to get out, and then i still want to. its stir crazy cabin fever warmth yearning bucolic lusting and then add me attempting to be in a relationship. (ha! i laugh now thinking about it) and now, its snug cubed. my head is a tender swamp.

i need to pull out.